When old and exhausted I pause to look back once more
a gesture of grace and acceptance of what was before
and no longer holds when letting go becomes easy to do
of everything left behind dismissing the what or the who.
And what roads will open up as I look ahead in my travel
with an open mind when new things and places unravel
and decisions made in history no longer feed me regrets
creating the twist and turns in a life that easy forgets.
What I leave behind doesn’t matter once I accept my fate
without the reflected shadows in the mirror that I hate
leaving behind all my shame of a life carelessly wasted
between the sweet and the sour that I willingly tasted.
Now I prepare my departure to the place where I belong
teaching the ones which I love to be right or to be wrong
and to embrace with their faith a life like mine before
when old and exhausted I pause to look back once more.