poetry – Page 92 – Picking Up Roots

Destiny

a new day breaks,
another new beginning;
will we alter course - 
change our method -
or continue
on the same track,
frustrated we have not changed -
not grown into our dreams -
we are the keepers
of our own destiny

The Journey

what is the prize
for finishing this race first:
money, acclaim, fame -
better to think of them
as a price -
which do you take with you
when you return to the Earth;
what is the cost
of all you missed in their pursuit;
the journey is the gift -
the destination but a moment -
slow down
embrace the path

Beginnings

giving freely
of my most precious resource,
time drifts away
through my lack of consideration;
it is wasted,
I am wasted,
hollowed out
by the failure to launch myself
toward a dream
held in the heart for so long;

there is still time
to fil in his hole,
how:
begin