Here’s
to that which is and that which is
not.
Here’s to those lines never written,
to
all the places never been. Here’s to the
failed,
to those games lost or never played.
Here’s
to colleges never attended, to the
fractured
and the broken never repaired.
Here’s
to myriad awards never received,
to
books never read.
Here’s
to that new car or split-ranch home
never
owned, to that vegetable garden never
grown.
Here’s to mountains never climbed,
to
uncrossed oceans and untraveled roads.
Here’s
to the chance of a lifetime blown. It’s
about
what is or is not, the never had nor ever
done.
Sans a nom de guerre, guilty or not,
refusing
to point the finger of blame or make
a
braggadocios claim. This poem is dedicated
to
the haves and have not. Here’s to those who
decry
accepting shame or acclaim (a skunk or a
rose
by any other name). You shall ever remain…
Anonymous
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