Some folk are born with knowledge of their goal

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Some folk are born with knowledge of their goal.
I've met them, though I'm not like that myself;
I'm wandering through life, a placid soul,
content to leave adventures on the shelf.
I've loved and lived without a way to know
the field where I should strive to be the best:
to pan for gold, or be a CEO,
or cure disease, or conquer Everest;
        and likewise, you're a Poohstick in the stream:
       you drift through life, without an end in mind.
       We came together, neither with a dream,
       both happy with our futures undefined,
our hoping open-ended; yet it seems
our life together's fashioned from our dreams.

(Written about and for my friends Casey and Mary Mactavish.)

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tony sheridan

Mon 17th Dec 2012 10:16

I enjoyed reading this. Well done! Take care, Tony.

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Laura Taylor

Wed 21st Mar 2012 09:50

'our hoping open-ended' - that's a bloody great line that

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Tue 20th Mar 2012 20:56

Ok TT you're a class act. I appreciate your brilliant verses. Many thanks, Nick.

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John Coopey

Tue 20th Mar 2012 20:51

You serve up a cracking sonnet.

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Yvonne Brunton

Tue 20th Mar 2012 19:41

A charming poem. I like the rhymes and the change of tempo in the middle. I relly enjoyed it.

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