My foresight and reality are one,
I cannot divide them in two, you see;
They help me as I look toward the sun,
Foresight, reality and me are three.
My heart tells me no, look back to the past,
I calm my heart with tenderness and care,
And say there is a future unsurpassed,
If we but reach for it, it will be there.
This inner struggle has cost us a lot,
The pursuit of the beyond scares us both,
Still, it's not too late a dream to be sought,
A paltry weed needs the sun for its growth.
We wake up and look for the morning light,
From it we ascend to infinite heights.
©September 25, 2009 / Jerry Pat Bolton
Jerry,
ReplyDeleteYou are absolutely right - it's never too late to chase the dream. I love the uplifting tone of your words, it brings joy to the heart, thanks for that!!
-Alex
You are so kind. Thank you for your nice words. Alex.
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