I'm clearly having a bit of a Spenserian stanza moment, because here's another one! You have already had The flame so bright and Clematis dance, but I wanted to try it again for this poem inspired by something the Dalai Lama said:
Judge your success on what you had to give up in order to get it.
I have forsaken acres wide of time.
I've given up on sex and sleep and rest.
I have quit smoking and I drink less wine.
No longer am I someone of interest.
I've given up on cosy sofa nests,
abandoned spur of moment trips away.
No clubbing now, no going dancing left,
but don't imagine that I rue the day.
Children came and truth be told I love things this way.
© Cara L McKee 18/6/16