Best Is Yet To Come

 

Roller coaster days are gone.

What thrill it was to ride some.

When you weigh the pros and cons-

you sense - best is yet to come.

As you stand at a crossroads,

savour those moments and hum,

memories discard and hoard-

you trust - best is yet to come.

And the chords of the soul strum-

you know best is yet to come.

Subtext

 

Your words do not match the tune. 

An offbeat smile on the face. 

How long can you be immune,

and let the soul not surface?

Why do you so camouflage,

and withdraw into your shell?

For I know you by and large,

and I am under your spell. 

Memories throb and riot -

even though you are quiet.