The Can Or The Cuff-Link Poem by Daniel P Martin

There comes a point in all of us, no matter who we are,
A time to think, a time to reflect, a time to raise the bar.

The days of youth, the days gone by, the halcyon days of old,
They ebb away, a turning tide, the dreams have all been sold.

They fade into the ether, causing hopefulness to deflate,
With a final chance of salvage, but the yearning must abate.

A strength of will, an iron resolve, an optimistic edge,
A taste of love and happiness, to coax you from the ledge.

The choice becomes an easy one, from which there’s no regret,
The days pass by in love and hope, each one the greatest yet.