©PmcCoywrites 2019

I’ve braced myself with the teachings;
my mother gave me.
She would say:
My son if you must eat frogs.
Eat the ones with eggs.
She taught me not to perceive the repast;
I know wasn’t prepared for me.

I’m in between crossroads,
I really don’t know what to do.

That I’m holding on to what’s not mine;
for the future that awaits me.
I can aver: jolly good.
That I’m having hitches letting it go.
‘Tis absolutely true.
But, I know that’s not what’s for me.
I’d better take my eyes off;
than plunder on what’s not mine.
Losing face of the future and wander off;
the right thing ahead of me.

I’m in between crossroads.
I really don’t know what to do.

Should I be greedy today?
To live the rest of my life;
In perpetual pain and regrets.
When I could count my teeth with my tongue.
I’ll let go what should go for good.
For the good in tomorrow;
that seems pretty far away.

I’m in between crossroads.
I really don’t know what to do.

In all honesty,
I should stop holding on to anything;
I should long have left to go.
What shouldn’t be, shouldn’t.