OwlsNestBard

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Location: Shire of Trisel, Trimaris

I am in my late forties, a proud husband, father, and a bard. I am a book pedlar by trade and a bookman by vocation. I am a romantic, a realist, and a Believer. I like a good joke, and a bad one even better. I admire all ladies for the innate beauty that is in each one, but my heart is sworn to the fair and gentle Lady Lorelei, who has consented to share my life and my name.

Saturday, August 13, 2011

There's a Letting Go to Moving On

There's a letting go to moving on;
One last look before you're gone
Fading to a memory:
Goodbye to who I used to be.

Piled around my feet appears
The detritus of passing years
Accumulated over time,
The landmarks of this life of mine.
I can't allow this bric-a-brac
To tie me down and hold me back.
It's time for me to fly, and so
I cut it loose and let it go.

There's a letting go to moving on;
One last look before you're gone
Fading to a memory:
Goodbye to who I used to be.

An open door is beckoning;
A mystery upon the wing;
A quest to take, adventure waits;
And loss to him who hesitates.
I brush the cobwebs from the door
To pass where I've not gone before,
Accepting what I've long ignored:
The journey is its own reward.

There's a letting go to moving on;
One last look before you're gone
Fading to a memory:
Goodbye to who I used to be.

And when my destination's reached,
And that final barrier's breached,
I'll look back without regret
At all the obstacles I've met.
For every challenge to my will,
The striving made me stronger still.
The stumbling blocks I've overcome
Were paving stones that led me home.

There's a letting go to moving on;
One last look before you're gone
Fading to a memory:
Goodbye to who I used to be.