There is no time to be wasted
waiting for the end of things.
The process
was only discussed for a moment
never thought out
it was the end that was desired
as it always is-
intention to shine
without polish.
but
when the time is taken
and the seat is well worn
the intent is often the clouded thing
and the sound of a warm mind coupled
with the feeling of great industry
is all that is desired
love is overrated
when there are great things to be done.
There will never be awe
inspired by the person.
Only the scarred flesh
and the winding of words;
the story of the struggle
and the triumph;
never the idea
the thought-
the intent
but the miles between the first step
and the grave
Indeed,
worn, brown leather soles
are the building blocks
of immense libraries
they are the inspiration
of fire side chills
and single tears
beside death beds;
so it should be,
and so it is,
life well lived with
pockets full of memories.
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