October 30 2024
October 30/2024
Miracle Man
With age came the realization,
that most good times lay in my past.
Often these become a temporary fixation,
and I cling to these both hard and fast.
My want to do useful things has remained,
but ability no longer shows its face.
My mobility today is now restrained,
and I dream of life in a better place.
Desire and Ability are two horses
with different pedigrees.
Tom
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