this past <br />shall I cavil at winds of thought <br />and wallow in misery thus begot <br />or shall <br />I in streams of contentment sail <br />and be thus enamored past the pale <br />of simpletons <br />who cannot with the cockatiels fly <br />their wilting impulse quick to die <br />a match <br />all sulfur swift to perish in fire <br />and waft in smoke; my dreams go higher <br />'tis never <br />an effort of persuasion untried <br />however my want of skill has died <br />those who <br />will never understand this great <br />reliance on the facts of fate <br />because I <br />know my Creator whose good will <br />I can trust to forever still <br /> <br />2007 Idaho<br /><br />Anemone Flynn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-better-viewpoint/
