Poems written by Beth Abbate, copyright 1992
I Have Found My Way
The sundial can not turn the day into yesterday
Nor return us to the mistakes we've made.
It can not ease our conscience
But it gives another chance not for today, but for tomorrow
To enjoy the minutes of each other
Learn from the mistakes we can't erase.
And when we are lost, a new day
To except the challenge to find our way.
Centuries Ago
In the turn of a card, they were mapped like states across a country, or jagged pillars laced across the continent. Markers and milestone scattered across a road.
A road I have yet to travel. A road I have yet to be.
A future I have yet to see.
If it is not my own fate I hold to my breast
But a destiny forged beyond my control
I can not change what I do not know.
In the turn of a card, I see what lies beyond my eyes.
If I change what's to be, will I still end at my destiny?
Life is a circle, a melody to a harmony, a future to a past
When was I mapped with valleys and mountains,
Crevices to fall in or rivers to splash?
Were my events created at the first beat of my heart?
Or centuries ago, as the dying man took his last breath.
A man, I will never have the pleasure to know.
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