Discoveries

When youth abounds time never ends, there are discoveries and things never done. We awaited not long for the next day to dawn it seemed like it would never come.

Those were ages of virginity, empty vessels and pages unfilled, the scribes not yet found, the editors unnamed.

With anticipation the adventure sought, taken, lived, and then set aside in memories to reside or to guide along the way to sights yet unclaimed.

Like clouds of gigantic size each path opened wide revealing much more than could be absorbed on one adventurous tour, the one refused must await another turn.

But what delight with uncluttered sights to learn anew some forgotten time, or climb upon a future now disclosed, traveling uncharted courses from the past, the present not to be denied.

Oh yes, as youth abounds, these things cycle on as the search for you and me seems not to have an end. Where that course leads is not always clear, but grasp it we shall not decline, for to our self the end must lead, and in silent whisper we shall loudly claim I am here or quite near!

But then again, the truth is not found till the end is reached in a future distant time not yet come around.

T. Condon Feb.'98