Sunday, February 18, 2018
SOME THINGS ARE IMPOSSIBLE/ The Sunday Whirl, Poets United Poets Pantry
SOME THINGS ARE IMPOSSIBLE
You said, you would have pink sand between your fingers
Memory, or the lack of it, can be madness
Either your days are filled with yesterdays or nothing at all
You focus on this present moment
You are told, "be here now"
I followed your footprints, until the wind blew them away
Soft whispers around me, were all that were left
…And the sound of wind chimes in the garden
Mice scurry along the wall, seeking to find food to satisfy their hunger
I listen and try to know what you are saying
I shout my reply
We always think there is plenty of time
It happens to everyone
Sometimes we miss the opportunity of the moment
And when this moment is gone
There is no power that will bring it back
It is gone forever
It will not return
I access my own power
Which I find boundless
In the end, some things are impossible
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