I think about the lessons learned,
what I did well, what crashed and burned.
For all I’ve gained, there’s much I’ve lost,
but I can’t dwell upon the cost
when lasting dividends were earned.
We thrive beneath the glowing sun,
yet darkness comes to ev’ry one.
It’s in the way we choose to live,
how we hold back or freely give,
what we embrace or what we shun.
Reflection is an aging thing,
selecting songs our hearts will sing.
I hope the music I will play
keeps negativity at bay,
with upbeat notes that soar and swing.
© Susan Schoeffield
Written for the 6/4/14 prompt at Creative Bloomings to write a poem in the Quintella style.