Apr 15, 2024
It was one hell of a ride,
even on the backslide.
At times, I was terrified —
But now, the story is beautified.
Feeling the crush,
a titillating rush.
The unstoppable blush;
a wild gold rush.
Keep the memories in your pocket
like an initial deposit,
You decide when to imbibe in the profit.
Grab life by the rose
and lean back in subtle repose,
close your eyes — memories fall like dominoes.
Be proud of what you chose,
love every bit of the story you wove.
All rides come to a close —
don’t be verbose.
Be grateful; it’s called growth.
February 8, 2024
