Nearly time to go home
another memory stick my only link
with life at the office
as I march away
with the spoils of the day:
The work of a new poet
a book to read
a document in illegible handwriting
a mind wiped clean - and emptiness
where my heart should have been
The memories that flooded me
during the course of this day
the remembrance of things
that might have been
if only I had known
How to use the opportunities
that chance offered me
but I did not understand
turned off into another direction
and today the question surfaced again
Could it have been different
if I had been willing
to follow my dream
of doing interpreting
for a living?
No, maybe not, I prefer
anonymity in making a living
to sit quietly and dream peacefully
about another dimension of existence
where dreams and possibility meet - instantly!
I guess we've all pondered on choices and decisions, but as you point out, imagination has its own prolific reward scheme. Dany
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful piece Margaret. The question..........the moment. Fascinating.