All That I Might, a poem
Morning comes.Here i lie,To myself,About my day.I’ll get things done,I have plannedTo achieve,What i may.But I’m pretty clear,With honesty,I won’t doAll that i plan.I’ll end my day,Wishing hardThat i hadTaken command.Perhaps i willPretend toGo back in timeAnd do it right.Start again Right now, here,Get up. AchieveAll that I might. Continue reading All That I Might, a poem

