If It Opens
I owe the wonderful memories I keep,
To those who were unafraid to adventure.
The people who kept the reaching of destinies,
On their minds.
And finding the saying of 'why Not? ' unconfining.
So grateful I am to have dismissed limits,
To explore the value of a life given to me to live.
With a willingness to comprehend,
My commitment to the mix and my involvement.
Although I've grown to admit of having little patience,
When listening to those describing their fears.
With excuses to make to have them validated.
I owe the wonderful memories I keep,
To those who were unafraid to adventure.
And as I age to recognize doubters who profess faith...
I am happy not to be that one,
Procrastinating with a hesitation done.
I know what it is to pursue dreams that come true.
I also know what it's like,
To have more of them too!
And I also know too well,
Not to wait for someone else to open a door.
If it opens,
I will not be asked to walk through.
If a door can be opened,
Walking through it is what I will do.
I am a like like time!
With nothing on my mind but moving forward.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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