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Maybe Tomorrow Then

Jul 15, 2005

on my way to work i marvel at the stream of lives
passing me by- and then stop short for a moment
to make sure none of them's mine.

a friend in a coffee shop once told me he'd sat down
and calculated the number of weekends left
before he turned seventy.

he said:

you want to know something?
there really aren't that many left.

on my way home one day a donkey scrambling down a steep bank skitters onto the street. shakes his head and looks around with a faintly bemused expression. scooters lorries cycles whizzing past.

what am i doing here?

(O Donkey, I know that feeling!)

and what i'm trying to say is that sometimes we're not sure why we're doing what we're doing where we're doing whatever it is we're doing. and we're not sure whether or not we're doing Enough.

and that's okay. to wonder about these things.

sometimes.

because the Donkey can only stand for so long
in the middle of the busy street.

then he just picks a direction and
runs with it.

and nine times out of ten
he gets where he's supposed to be.

and maybe it's the same with you and me.

truth to tell- when i started to write this i thought
i might have something Original to say
but as it turns out out the birds of
morning have sung most of it
and the birds of evening
have sung the rest.

so-

maybe tomorrow then :-)

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