In my 30's I wrote a book of poems <br />all about infinite possibility. <br />A friend's dad, a doctor, <br />read them and said: <br /> <br />'You feel now <br />like you have boundless energy, <br />you think you can do anything, <br />but all that will change someday.' <br />I thought, how sad— <br />the man is so defeated. <br /> <br />Today I came home <br />from 8 hours of work <br />and I just don't have <br />the zest to read or write. <br /> <br />I can't do everything, <br />I'm realizing. <br />Infinite possibility <br />and finite energy <br />=(sigh) <br />limits. <br /> <br />To do the infinite <br />will take a little longer <br />than I'd thought.<br /><br />Max Reif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/limits-3/
