Turn the page

a short poem about moving on

Turn the page

I do not look to you.
Or what you say to define me or who I am.
It's far too late for that.
The water has risen and washed that bridge away.
I look to me.
I swim upstream for who I know I can be.
If there is anything new to say,
I hope to say it.
And speak of what I've seen.
If not, I hope to repeat the old and sage.
It can't be said too often.
Nor said too softly on the stage.
Life goes on, and far too quickly.
Turn the page.