The Road Trod Poem by Damian Cranney

l look in the mirror and what do I see?
Some old man, stood staring, looking back at me.
Where is the light that shone from those eyes?
That made dreams so easily materialise,

whatever happened to that daring young buck,
Who made things happen, without counting on luck,
Well l still make things happen and I always will be.
In control. of my future and my own Destiny.

'I don't believe in might have's, what if's, and if only,
the road I've trod, has never been, the least bit lonely,
l don't regret, a single act or road that I have taken,
The only important Thing to me, was bringing home the bacon
I will apologise, to those, whose toes I may have broken,
As apologies go, I fear this is merely only token.