REVOLVING DOOR
by Millie Kinbar
As
years of life wane,
Quiet moments grope in vain
For the threads which tie
To define the elusive "I."
Scenes,
thoughts, dervishly they whirl,
Elusive at first, the pictures unfurl
Early hopes, aspirations and dreams
In kaleidoscopic colors, breathtaking themes.
The years
slip by, the colors change,
Hues are blurry, as is the range,
Dreams lie dormant awaiting the morn
For the self to emerge, to be reborn.