I will look back the on past,
reminiscence for awhile,
on things that cannot exist,
feeling the splints and casts I had as a child.
I'll prepare for the future,
for a loving wife and a child,
to which I am lovingly indentured,
for all of my life,
doing so with a smile.
I'll clear my mind,
and think of the present,
I'll dream good dreams,
and care not of my sutures,
this is all I can do,
moving forward to the future.
Life is no destination,
life is line,
stretching back and forth,
spun together with time.
Eternal is our pathway,
this trial only a point,
our own little struggle,
the pain in our joints.
This path is ours alone to walk,
each step getting lighter,
towards whatever end,
to which we might meet,
for humans are frail creatures,
and our spirits are meek.
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 5:16 PM UTC
I will look back the on past,
reminiscence for awhile,
on things that cannot exist,
feeling the splints and casts I had as a child.
I'll prepare for the future,
for a loving wife and a child,
to which I am lovingly indentured,
for all of my life,
doing so with a smile.
I'll clear my mind,
and think of the present,
I'll dream good dreams,
and care not of my sutures,
this is all I can do,
moving forward to the future.
Life is no destination,
life is line,
stretching back and forth,
spun together with time.
Eternal is our pathway,
this trial only a point,
our own little struggle,
the pain in our joints.
This path is ours alone to walk,
each step getting lighter,
towards whatever end,
to which we might meet,
for humans are frail creatures,
and our spirits are meek.
A.P. Beckstead (2013)
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