Tilting at windmills - life spins around -
I jump and - oops, almost - I'm back on the ground.
My goals seem like giants. Their arms beckon to me,
But I'm Lilliputian, and the giants laugh at me.
So long I have tried this, but futile, it seems.
My goal oft seems fleeting, like tea kettle steam.
I've prayed much about it. I've tried for a goal,
But the windmill keeps turning - can't catch it, can't hold.
This time I have long spent on "wants" gone unmet.
I'm dizzy from stabbing at things I can't get.
The windmill's for others; a new goal I'll set.
So Lord, though one windmill is so far away,
I'm better for aiming; I've learned things today.
So goodbye, old windmill - my once goal and plan.
I'll find yet a better one for me, and still stand!
- by Netagene, February 6 & 7, 2011 -
About Me
- Netagene
- I am a member of the church of Christ. I have been writing things since I was little. Some have been printed, some posted. I write to teach or encourage; to blow off steam; and for fun! I had my own motorcycle in my 40s; I was a bluegrass music DJ for about 13 years; I've performed some. I am a member of the NRA. In 2003 (age 59), I became high partial legally blind; in 2005, I had to get hearing aids! Franklin Field said: "Poor eyes limit your sight; poor vision limits your deeds". And no kidding, the picture was made April, 2012!
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