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"The Way"
One cannot be what one is not A seed is not as beautiful Until its flower is in bloom We are not what we could be My oars are worn, experienced It doesn’t take a microscope To see the wear and tear of years Damaged oars can be replaced People yearn to see the beauty New paint it makes me look so sharp I shine in both the sun and rain The eye creates what it beholds Today to use me who will it be? Some treat me with such tenderness Some see me as a tool, no more Before they dock and walk away At night I think to myself I should be my own navigator Or at least follow the bright star Why is my path not mine to choose? It is dawn and I am awake And I am not what I am not But I am not what I could be One more day to serve you, and I know the way.
(2006)
Read "The Rose and the Dandelion" or "What Happiness Is" or "Monday" Back to AUTHOR PAGE |
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