Your Way

Your 

choices are 

not safe.

They are rusty

metal with memories

crammed in a garage.

They are 

selfless and 

like a dart 

board there is

only one

way to score

high.

Aim for 

the heart. 

Its watching

the old

get older

and knowing

you are 

getting there

as well,

so your

calloused

hand

is always

held out

to help

guide

and speak

their stories.

You do 

this in a way

that no

one would

see.

But I do.

I look

at my way

and my

reflective

heart

needs 

to open

instead of

protect. 

Standing

next to 

you at 

the dart

board

I take the dart

and do 

the only thing

that should

be done,

I aim

for the heart.

That is 

your way.