Life’s pathway and its direction is never rigid,
It toys with our desires and stresses our peace.
Occasionally without prior planning we set out,
Accepting the rewards found and praising luck.
When obstacles obstruct our route we whinge,
And bemoan any stumbling and our misfortunes.
Sometimes there comes a time when we dither,
Commitment can drain enthusiasm beyond repair.
Opportunity beckons towards a brand new sphere,
Fresh chances stretch out like an untouched horizon.
Nervous whirls of discomfort seek to hinder changes,
Zones of known familiarity look invitingly cosy and safe.
Courage is required to bolster decisions of great bravery,
New overtures and altered views enhance life’s journey.
©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 15/04/2015
Poetry Jam Prompt: ‘Sometimes it’s Time.’..