Rides, ramblings and rants on a motorcycle.
- We are scientists, too!
9.08.2013,2:31 PM
Beyond Almost
While the duck and chicks
Swam ahead
Almost sorry
That summer
Is leaving
Almost embarrassed
Dancing alone
Almost saddened
To lose friends
Almost paralyzed
While waving goodbye
Almost grief-stricken
At the death of
My Father
Almost anxious
When I lost
My way.
But 'almost'
Is not finite.
We can succumb
Or move beyond.
Almost is a fork
In the road
The path we choose
Is our own.
Almost.
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