POEM - Some Secrets Come to Light

At the end

I have secrets to tell

Revelations yet unshared

More than I have already said

On the road home today

Listening to “Blood on the Tracks”

I recalled a time

Hard to believe

When Bob Dylan was not my favorite

And another time

When I hated U2

I’ve repented of my folly

I know now

A deeper happiness

Having accepted these flaws

Manifest in the character of my youth

Of course there was a time

Long ago

When I wouldn’t eat avocados

And I slept on my front

Refused to brush my teeth

Thought the Beatles sang “Stairway to Heaven”

And avoided tomatoes like the plague

You learn to accept a few differences

And before you know it

You are making BLTs with avocado

And actually looking forward

To the tomato

Almost as much as the bacon

So I’ve changed

So what

It was bound to happen

I’ve never been one

To hold on tight

To every little tradition

I would not be the fiddler

Too off balanced

I am Tevye’s youngest daughter

Finding loves

That break the heart of tradition