One never knows. <br />A beast with tearing claws <br />Or the golden pond. <br />There might be doom alighting <br />In your hair like a vampire bat; <br />Or morsels of soma in a silver bowl. <br />The thing is just to try, <br />Simply try to get there; <br />And when you do <br />Stand agape at either <br />Your fortune or your loss: <br />The important matter is <br />Trying. <br />I have withstood both <br />And lived to mark them down. <br />The choice is yours.<br /><br />Stan Petrovich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-horizon-10/
