When Life Leaves You Hanging On

In life I often wander,

as I sit and ponder

the past that has passed me by.

If I could change,

and rearrange,

what exactly would that be?

Nothing.

Why so serious in this thought,

when I can have a day to live my alter-ego,

be what I wish, as I wish,

and do all those things and not be caught.

Would I be one of many saints,

or monsters that plague my imagination?

Perhaps, I need a vacation.

I nether beg nor crawl

like a snake in the grass,

slithering, hiding, waiting,

anticipating,

but were there one thing;

would be finding the fountain of youth;

while drinking a martini with dry vermouth.

What better way to end one day,

and begin another.

sleep at eighty,

rise up at forty-five.

giving old choices new chances,

before eighty comes around once more.

But what would I change or rearrange? Nothing.

These are but a few things,

from my world of fifty shades of gray.