Horizon Poem by Mary Fumento

Horizon



Off to tomorrow we go
Inevitable it always will be
Because that is where the future lies
And to achieve it is our destiny

But still we cling to the past and the present
As if if these moments mean anything
Outside of stepping stones it is direction
That gives them significance over nothing

(1997)

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Mary Fumento

Mary Fumento

Denver, Colorado
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