As the year draws to a close, I'm experiencing the last of everything: the final piano lesson this morning, the final line dancing class this afternoon. Tomorow, I will enjoy the final Thursday morning walk.

A new diary sits on my desk and maps when we restart our activities.

This poem could be interpreted as the quiet before the storm: the hiatus while the world celebrates Christmas in which I have the opportunity to decide how I might spend my time in 2009, time that can only be spent the once.

Too far to cry

Once the first step is taken
Your direction understood
The path ahead’s determined
Through the darkest, wildest wood

Even if you realize
Signposts are twisted awry
And pause to scream Stop! Or go?
You’ll have gone too far to cry

For you, there’s no breadcrumb trail
And no reason for delay
There will be no turning back
No switch labelled ‘life replay’

So, think before you walk on
Which route will you choose to take?
There’s time: listen to the breeze
And the right decision make