Tuesday, September 8, 2009
It's always best not to set your sights too high;
Feeding small animals, or a walk in the park, is enough
For one day.
You can smile,
The years you've worked;
Capturing each patch
Of crab-grass in your hand,
Each moment reached, breached,
And, bridged by concentrated effort.
The world will not be still any longer. There aren't any silent moments
In the City; however, you can wander there
Even in the center of a crowd.
The best years are ahead of you.
Never be fearful of wandering.
Those many roads
Are forever calling.
All the best things come
While spinning your thoughts:
The wind shall hear my words...
...And the stars will speak them.
Let your solitary moments,
`x~William ~copyright 09/08/09