in every life you come across some spaces
you wonder at them things you cannot know
roads along which you will at no time go
you'll know of things but will see only traces
there will be other than the familiar faces
you'll know of rivers but never see their flow
the signs of impact but not at all the blow
you'll know of powers but never see the graces
life's got its twists and turns you'll one day find
what was once certain is no longer true
the surest thing has vanished and the cost
of ordinary doings can baffle the finest mind
still all things that you need may come in view
and you will never be among those lost
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
15 April 2007
for a future graduate
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