How much time do I have left? Forty years?
If so, that's roughly what I've had so far.
And though what happened in the past is clear,
And what's to come is totally obscure;
And though the past's been lived, is safe, secure,
While future talk consists only of hope,
That all things go just right, unlike before,
Experience washes failure off like soap.
I start again, we all do, and we grope
Our way around the unknown with less fear
And more confidence, now with expert paw,
More able to snag fortune's antelope.
Right time right place will turn up if we're here
To keep on hunting till our prey appears.
Thur 28 Feb 2008
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