Reflection
The Robin knows the time of day,
the time to stay, the time to fly.
The story goes, or so they say
this is the way to Lora Lai
Pinch me once, pinch me twice
or better yet, don't pinch me at all.
Just do your best, defeat the test
then grab the bar and never fall.
Climb the rocky road to dreams.
Jump for joy as you arrive.
Keep your heart idled in gear
with your head in overdrive.
The journey, though long
is gone in a flash
What was, now isn't and
what remains seems brash.
Topsy-tervy we then pause.
We rant, we rave, we analyze,
We lip service poor advice
from those who recognize
That we like all the rest
who flip and flop and flail,
who complain, cry, yet fail;
have the sign upon our door,
- - -beware of fate- - -
Ours is but to run the mile
to shell the peas one at a time.
Not to ask how many more
buckets lie just beyond the door.
And in the end it shall be said
We did the best with time we had.
Charles Henderson,
Dec 24, 2016 ©
Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2016
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