In the End
Even without my eye on the prize,
I won by becoming new.
I wrote in the pubs and even in church
and found a new meaning for true.
Throwing away any baggage I had,
I lost my fear to write.
I became the person I longed to be
and was born with a brand new sight.
Having no idea what was to come,
able now to call myself home.
I didn't have my eye on the prize,
though it was mine to call my own.
From Poet's Crossing
Friday, April 27, 2012
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Imagine being told you will live to be a hundred years old, you would have good health all along, and you would be able to handle everything that came your way....what will you do with all the time you have been given?