Waiting for a bull’s eye
I once threw a stone in life’s dark,
Which hit the bull though not the eye,
Aimed well I’d not, nor made a mark,
Wanted no bull’s eye nor near nigh.
And I was thinking on the how
And why of action that was throw,
Doing what need be done, and now,
For there’s no merit in morrow.
Had I awaited morning’s light,
Waited for bull to be in sight,
Worried if my aim would be right,
Would the bull have waited all night?
And then I saw the golden rule:
More oft than bull’s eye ‘tis the bull!
We needless wait in life for inexistent
perfection and loose valuable time
achieving little for the wait. Take
our justice system, take policy decisions
at the helm. A less than perfect thing
today is far better than a little more
perfect one after inordinate delay.
- Sonnets | 02.11.07 |
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