Twixt what we want and what we get
Are schemes which leave us deep in debt
And dreams we lose to compromise
Convenient sales and lousy buys.

Twixt what we were and what we are
Omitting tides and yonder stars
How lost we seem along the way
Our spirits chained to feet of clay.

Twixt now and what we could become
That all the hurly-burly’s done
Lies blocked ahead by timid men
Alas, but we are one of them.

Copyright 2001 Paul Heno