When I heard the news, I imagined you lying in bed <br />Troubled by the uncertainty of what lies ahead. <br />I imagined you looking at your legs, cursing <br />Their fickle use, while a stranger stands over you nursing. <br />I imagined you taking the news of possible paralyzation <br />Stoically, tempered with trepidation. <br /> <br />Going to college, your first play, a first kiss - all inspire fear, <br />The uncertainty mounts when they approach near <br />But passes; you look around and say, 'Well, I am still here.' <br /> <br />Your friends are here; they will catch you when you fall, <br />Lean on them and you will stand tall. <br />For the uncertainty of what lies ahead bear in mind <br />THAT uncertainty always becomes the certainty the past leaves behind. <br /> <br />(13 April 1997)<br /><br />Martin Patrick McCarthy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-uncertainty-of-what-lies-ahead-to-m-z/
