But life sometimes takes,

Surprisingly different turns.

And it matters not,

Makes no difference,

That I wasn’t yet finished,

That I had things to do,

Places to go,

Miles left to travel.

The best laid plans,or so they say

Wind up like treasure buried

Plots plotted and plans planned

Crumpled up and tossed

Away on the winds,

Fluttering till they take wing

And fly to sites unknown

Never to be seen again.

Always thought it’d be fulfilling

Going through life’s paces

Marching along keeping time

Unperturbed and unhindered

Making a difference,

Always time to finish up

Things yet undone,

Waiting to be complete.

Thinking thoughts best not remembered

Filing away old plans,

Wishes and dreams shrinking

Fading away into corners deep

And dark with longing,

Tears no longer forming

Welling up to be forgotten

Or tucked away unshed.