I see the toils of my travels, the trappings of my success.
I see the miles of road ahead of me, my legs will weary yet.
I see the habits of my destruction, the lessons I must learn.
I see the conquests of my desires, the paper from one divorce grasped within my hand.
I see the accomplishments of my peers, to gain comfort in their shadow.
I see the career I once had marred by medical retire..
SO I begin my “Second Life”, I feel the noose of fear tighten.
Will I die before I live?
A Poem by Sue E. Wilson