Poem for 02/22/02 (#2) by Benjamin Walsh:

"Potes" (pronounced 'POATess')

 

'You are able, you are able'

Reassuring words, for weary mind fine rest

I am lost in thought without escape

And these words come to me.

 

'You are able, you are able'

Let the words be scribed in stone -

That way I mayn't forget.

And the words may hold truth yet.

 

'You are able, you are able'

When in the cave we do not see the light

That is behind us, only shadows -

Let us drop our chains and go out to seek the sun.

 

'You are able, you are able'

But to do what, why, and when?

Where shall I begin? But don't forget

So soon, what they are saying yet:

 

'If heart is willing, then it will come within

What with your able you should then begin.'

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