Holiday 1993
I took my own advice–and went after some goals. I went back to school and got my masters degree in Estate Planning. This resulted in a move from Santa Fe, back to my home town of Miami, and work in a new field. It was new, and very exciting–and I was very aware of how fortunate I was to still have the time to do that.
It’s late this year, my season’s wish,
I’ve just now got the time.
First, I had schoolwork to finish,
a wall of exams to climb.
It’s like that for me now–a plate
that’s full to overflowing.
Don’t get me wrong–I’m full of grate
to have seeds needing sowing.
Keeping it close and simple, clean;
near to home and what I know.
Working to make my garden green,
like Candide, to make it grow,
to bring my dreams to fullest flower.
That is all I see to do.
Who knows–or cares–how late the hour,
noon or dusk–I’m just not through.
Why, I ask. Perhaps for those who’ve
gone–to show that I deserve
this time. Perhaps a chance to prove
them wrong, those who have the nerve
to say my time is up. Perhaps
for those like me (and aren’t we
all) who can’t be sure just when taps
will play–a need to be free
and strong, as if to say “We can”
(not to others, to ourselves).
Perhaps a no longer young man
in his 40′s, either shelves
his dreams and plans, or makes them real.
Perhaps, just because, why not?
Cause from my being’s core I feel
that life with vision is what
it’s about. I have no burning
need to change the world, or grand
illusion that I can; yearning
just to take the small steps planned.
My wish this year is simple too–
not some spacious platitude:
To greet each day as something new,
and watch it pass with gratitude.
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