A strong thought!
Is it reality?
Or some neuron of the brain
Did it rise from an old
Remembrance or ambitious drive
Or is it prayed guidance
I must needs abide?
How must I trod this day,
To become new and pleasant past?
Lord, may I learn just one good thing,
That in my heart will last.
The hopes of that vast long ago,
Seem maze-filtered like a shuttered film,
What masqueraded hopes I had,
How mystified true indeed become.
Only congealed in the present,
To open excitement of not knowing,
Youth, more disciplined than we,
As we grow free from seed-sewing.
By Norma (Twi1ite@sbcglobal.net)