“Changed.
I say I’m changed.
Ironing out one’s deepest wrinkles
Isn’t strange.”

“Gone.
Perhaps gone on.
Those wanderlusting feelings
Once so strong.”

“Clear.
Horizon’s clear.
I see where I must go
While standing here.”

“Hope.
That helps me cope.
Even though I’ve started down
The dark and dusty slope.”

“Resolved.
To not look back.
In longing or in anger
And get off track.”

“Possessed.
Not a possessor.
By a Spirit not my own
I’m made confessor.”

“Consumed.
Not a consumer.
There’s room for growth
In a late bloomer.”

“Changed.
But for the better.
The Giver has tranformed
A greedy getter.”

In short—-
Spotless leopards can adapt
Old dog saying isn’t apt.

For my Father on his 90th birthday– May 31 2006