It’s Never Too Late

Moments are hopeful, wishful.

Time is a demon, independent-minded.

Not doddering, but cagey.

Memory blinded.

Inventing reassuring stories.

Lost in our own shadow.

Gray, ghostly sunsets.

Missing flavors of the rainbow.

Keeping ourselves at arm’s length.

Leaning on a crutch of a dream.

Safely for any tomorrow.

Circling on the Gulf Stream.

What is gone, is in the wind

It’s not yours to own.

Opportunities return anew.

While you nap, it’s grown.

Some see the invisible and miss the visible.

Live in the Technicolor or the shadow.

The future is a heavy plane ready to fly.

Jettison your ancient cargo.


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