30 Years

A comma in the straight line
A semi-colon before going on

One more waiting room
In yet another waystation

Cheap soapsuds for my weary back
Bitter coffee for tired tastebuds
A couldnt-care-less uneven bed

Long breath of reflection
Of gratitudes & regrets
Of scars collected enroute
Of soothing hushes in ears

To ruminate and reflect; only
For an exhaled breath of time

I will linger on the flowers
See blessings in the petals
Troubles will be flicked off
Like lint off my worn jacket

The journey wears me down
The path entices and mocks

Pick up the bags and pick-me-up
Duty calls - a life to be lived