Today,
Today,
Written: By Tom Wright
11/20/01
That period of time between past and future,
where man is predisposed to reflect and dream.
Reflections on former actions,
can impact our future only to the extent that we allow.
Often, our dreams become as crutches,
inducing us to hobble through life lackadaisically,
when not resting on the stool of do-nothing.
Which is precisely where I'm sitting now.
Sometimes, writing is like trying to farm eighty acres
with one blind mule.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2019
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