Different

Is one able to catch a glimpse ?, - out of the corner of their eye –

from a distance, – somewhere, far behind them – a flash, a speck

of light speeding by, – from yesterday, on into tomorrow –

their here and now, for just a fleeting moment, before it all gets lost

in the movements of the present ?, looking for the future.

Is that which one was ?, that which might have been ?,

- had fate, life’s forces, one’s choices not intervened -  

been different ?, and what was not different, remembered,

cherished for what it was ?, or has it become lost ?,

to what is now, surely different !

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As mortality swiftly wanes, traversing the road towards immortality,

– for those who leave their mark, and have left a legacy –

leaving gifts for humanity, for the world at large,

the gifts of their greatness, their talents, their generosity,

the essence of their heart, their soul we have come to know.

I wonder ?, what is there for us mere mortals who leave little,

leave no trace, – no foot prints, no soul prints in the sand -

in the sands we walk upon, sands that make up the pathway

that will lead us, on our journey, towards our final destination.

Will it be regret ?, guilt ?, dissatisfaction ?, restless nights,

troubled days filled with an ill at ease, restless mind ?

B. J. “A” 2

February 23^rd 2003