The Best Is Yet To Come Poem by Melody McKinstrie

We have been told,
By many a person
We have been sold
On the notion
That the best is yet to come.
But I have begun
To fret and wonder
If I am going to be
The exception.

Most say with derision
Been there
Done that
Thinking that experience
Old hat.
And I too chime in
With that phrase
On occasion.

But what if that was it?
What if that was the best?
When we were young
We had life by the horns.
We had less fears
We had less qualms.

What happened?
We hit some road blocks
We encountered obstacles.
We got pricked by thorns
When we took time
To smell the roses.

But there are other flowers!
There are wonderful views
We can see from our detours.
Someone tell me what is so bad
About wild flowers?
What is so bad about
A road with less traffic?
It may not be the fastest
But the ride might be
More pleasant.

The best may be yet to come
That may indeed be true for you.
But don't let today
Be a total bust
Your breath is your ticket
To a glorious ride.
You have a seat
On the Ferris wheel of life
Would that it were named
In BOLD LETTERS
CARPE DIEM!
More would take notice
And the best may be yet to come.

But guess what?
They do say
What goes around
Comes around
Does it apply
In this circumstance?
Would that the best
Of the past
Meets it's it match
In a future with
Many a great experience.