When we get to the end, we sometimes find

the poem we

wrote wasn’t

what we

had

in

mind when

we began.

Sometimes, it’s worse,

sometimes better, but always worth the try.

Is this also

how we come

to craft

lives

much

different

than we planned –

   real lives that help

   us learn to live more fully and more free?

                                                                                                                          JDG