It Is Always After Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

It is seldom a coincidence,
To hear from another say...
And often although delayed,
How it is they can do...
Something better seen produced.
Created by one with a sacrifice done.
With time, devotion, sweat and love.

It is always after and never before,
A dream realized has opened eyes.
Like a wheel innovative but made of wood.
And not from a blueprint,
To have it understood.

Yet another will say,
Enhancing it with steel...
Is their concept to make it real.
Although it is always after,
And never before that door closes.
A door made and created,
By the one hearing to listen to criticisms.