For better or worse
We become accustomed
To our lives.
Witnesses to our
Own lifelong experiment,
We unconsciously
Go about the business of
Defining our norm,
Our ‘average day’, through
The passing of years.
Until,
Falling to foolishness,
We begin to expect
Nothing more
Than more of the same
And call a day ‘good’
Merely for lack of change.
By then,
We have long since
Set down the magic sword,
Said goodbye to the invisible friend,
Escaped from the secret kingdom
And been told
That only birds can fly.
We…have, then, begun to end.
But, sometimes
Someone somewhere,
Somehow
Manages, in some way,
To pause for a moment
And consider
What it would be
To refuse
Another average day.
And if
Some small part of them
Still believes
That life is nothing more
Than what we dream
It to be
Maybe, just maybe,
Fate will intervene.
Life, perhaps,
Will be somehow
Transformed, changed -
Whether quickly or slowly
Dramatically or quietly,
Some certain something
Will be
Irreversibly altered.
And someone… can begin, again.
Christine Austin Cole
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-practical-application-of-what-we-forgot/
