Crossroads Poem by Phil Soar

I'm at a crossroads in my life
Although I'm sixty six
I'm not sure which road I should take
My mind is playing tricks
A road that leads to nowhere
A street that's named Desire
An old dirt track, that takes me back
Or a trip to the land of fire

I'm a retired old wanderer
Searching for a place
Somewhere I could contemplate
If I should show my face
I'm standing at those crossroads
As I plan my latest ventures
East Or West, who knows what's best
And where did I leave my dentures?