Thought For The Day
Somewhere between gone and forever
There's a time that our mind cannot measure
When the wind whistles brood
A recalcitrant mood
And our shoelaces get all tied together.
I know I'm not leader or docent
And much of my life has been woe spent
But truth should be known
That there's moments I've flown
Not all of my dreams have been latent.
If the sun does not show in the east now
Not every jump is a Salchow
Some days what is best
Doesn't come til the west
Frames the star in the sky with an eye brow.
Herb Ratliff, February 29, 2012, All Rights Reserved
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