Destiny is a poor motivation;
And an even worse plot device —
For the pattern of life is
So beyond our comprehension,
To call it “chance” is
Probably the fairest thing.
Unwisdom led her to passions;
Passions to family;
Family to committments;
Committments to heartbreak and disillusionment
And unforseen complications —
But amid the welter of confused decisions
And broken dreams, she found this:
That she’s still here
That she still has something to say
That she damned sure still has something to give
And that this moment can be hers
No —
Is hers
To share is human:
This one lives in my heart!
Just as this moment can be his, no — is his. What a lovely thing to read and ponder, perhaps especially when emotionally feeling like dog barf. Yesterday’s. How do you do it?