Imagination

The day was wintry,
And the roads were slick.
Upon your feet,
You could hardly stick.

People went by,
In their cars of tin.
But nary a one,
Would stop and come in.

And so...in the silence,
With the gas running hot.
I sat in the chair,
And forgot...forgot.

For-got the world,
That went on its way.
And forgot the happenings,
Of yesterday.

All by myself...I dreamed,
Of what could be.
My vision rose high,
In what I could see.

Then like a bomb-shell,
I tumbled to earth.
And all of my scheming,
Was nothing of worth.

So here I sit troubled,
With a frown of dismay.
I have vowed in my heart,
To live only...today.


E.P. 1908 - 1989