The November Journey

From October to December

Autumn to winter

Wetness to dryness

Or better still coldest

Past to future

Young to old

A lot could happen

Because in between the 2

There is a November

A transition to a decision

Before it finally happens

The only gray area

Between the much dreaded black

And the more favoured white

Whether race or tribe

Whether colour or background

Whether fake or real

There is still that thin line

Which will separate the 2 sides

The thin line of decision

Which has several descriptions

But only one meaning

It could be lively or deadly

Hopeful or hopeless

Joyful or sorrowful

Or better still mixed feelings

But it represents 2 sides of a coin

That part that could never stand on its own

It brings both sides together

Wherever it gets to

It’s the wall or let’s say fence

On which most people would like to sit

Some prefer to be in the middle of the road

Forgetting one important thing

That they could get hit by traffic

That is coming from both directions

But if only you don’t rush into decisions

As early as October

And thrash out any indecisions

By the middle of November

Then you’ll remove all your delusions

And be rid of every confusion

For when the cold nights set in

Whether winter or harmattan
Or yet still the cold rains of spring

Then you’ll be prepared

To change the course of your destiny

For as the days unfold

And the Christmas story is told

There will be so many things to hold

And other things to make you bold

Else if all your things are sold

There will be nothing to behold

Then the sparkling eyes of gold

Will appear in a cold

And put you in a mould

And shape and reform you

Then you would remember

What really happened in October

Has been transformed to

For when the journey started in October

It really made did make you sober

But now we you are prepared forever

 And forward you forever go.

CopyRight Peekay

07/11/13