Seize The Day
When we look back while dreaming of the future
A fuzzy pallor dims images shy of real recognition.
Anticipated triumph, bright and clear, finds torture
Its antecedent, as wishful thoughts spur conviction.
Then, by shaking off the strings of attachment,
We become caught up in time, real colors not hues.
Purpose fills voids, productive energy, commitment
Which has a chance to make a difference as muse.
And then, born of a dream, a path gains illumination
From the beacon within you clearly lighting the way.
Character steps forth from a haze in full realization,
When a pathway is lighted, you must seize the day.
Unwittingly, our's is a struggle for a balanced life,
While pressing ahead, heeding past, shunning strife.
Ronald C. Downie
An English Sonnet