Sonnet: Of Want And Way Poem by Eustace Dunn

By: Eustace Dunn

Sometimes there are the things we want,
Still, still, to say the least, we hunt;
For life presents the impossible,
A list that presents unbreakable.

What best, then, truly can we do?
We run the race with clouded view;
For life presents us preference,
From which we draw our reference.

Slow down, my heart, not rash but ask,
Let not our haste our truth unmask;
For life presents us preference,
From there we pull our reference.

Today, together, we reflect:
Life, not perfect, to deflect.