Patterson Gap Poetry
Saturday, October 28, 2023
Limited time
S
ome think
to plan
their path to take
Next week,
next month,
next year.
But do they stop
in evening
to think
The paths refused
in just that day
or that hour?
I think the most
that we should
plan
The minute
we think
we know.
Is the moment
to moment
given to man
By a creator
that beckons
to him so.
12/23/10
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