We all have places
we would be,
if but the choice were ours.
We all have lives
we would have lived,
if born in other days.
Perhaps tomorrow
we shall find
a way to change our fates,
but for today
we shall remain
just faces in the crowd.
Musings of a Georgia writer.
We all have places
we would be,
if but the choice were ours.
We all have lives
we would have lived,
if born in other days.
Perhaps tomorrow
we shall find
a way to change our fates,
but for today
we shall remain
just faces in the crowd.
Poetic perseverance. Nicely done.
Thanks!