Nearly time to go home <br />another memory stick my only link <br />with life at the office <br />as I march away <br />with the spoils of the day: <br /> <br />The work of a new poet <br />a book to read <br />a document in illegible handwriting <br />a mind wiped clean - and emptiness <br />where my heart should have been <br /> <br />The memories that flooded me <br />during the course of this day <br />the remembrance of things <br />that might have been <br />if only I had known <br /> <br />How to use the opportunities <br />that chance offered me <br />but I did not understand <br />turned off into another direction <br />and today the question surfaced again <br /> <br />Could it have been different <br />if I had been willing <br />to follow my dream <br />of doing interpreting <br />for a living? <br /> <br />No, maybe not, I prefer <br />anonymity in making a living <br />to sit quietly and dream peacefully <br />about another dimension of existence <br />where dreams and possibility meet - instantly!<br /><br />Margaret Alice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreams-and-possibility-meet-instantly/
