Cycles

Life's series of cycles

Have swept me up at times,

Engulfed me with their sorrows

Overwhelmed me with their joys.

These cycles are slowing now -

They seldom come around -

I've decided not to involve myself,

To miss a turn or two.

I give myself permission

To take a well-earned break;

Rest my back, ease my shoulders,

Calm my thoughts, dim my vision.

No matter that I'm 81

And the world is on the brink,

My days ahead are countless,

My option's still, to think.