I wrote this about 10 years ago, but I still remember why I wrote it. Turns out the brass ring did swing back and I caught it (or it caught me). It was worth the wait, but the point the poem makes still applies... in many cases.
The Grief of Missing by Tom Matkin The grief of missing The brass ring As it swings So very Close Is Known To us all. We watch it swing Within our Grasp And In An Instant It will fly away.... Much further than ever before. But as we study times When magically The ring Was In Our Hand to stay! We must admit that many times The happier Chance Was In Missing. Tom "I just pretend I'm a princess, and that I could summarily have her executed at any time according to my own pleasure. It gives me great comfort!" (The Little Princess) ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// /// ZION LIST CHARTER: Please read it at /// /// http://www.zionsbest.com/charter.html /// ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// --^---------------------------------------------------------------- This email was sent to: [EMAIL PROTECTED] EASY UNSUBSCRIBE click here: http://topica.com/u/?aaP9AU.bWix1n.YXJjaGl2 Or send an email to: [EMAIL PROTECTED] TOPICA - Start your own email discussion group. FREE! http://www.topica.com/partner/tag02/create/index2.html --^----------------------------------------------------------------
