Wednesday, June 22, 2011


*** promise ***

These slow dreams nurtured
Through Winter dark snow and ice
The excuses and procrastination weigh heavy
A lack of steady will power levy
So vacillation and in- determination
Are an age of wasted time
Yet these slow dreams nurtured
Mustard small seed deep planted
Sends forth tendrils and grows upward
Optimism and opportunity proclaim
A door opens and move on through
To fresh vistas often glimpsed
Horizons in dreams envisaged
As what was nurtured flowers
As all those distant tomorrows become today.

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