~
I watched
as my numbers
tumbled and fell,

out of potential,
the actual devolve,
down to the ground

like the rain
on a wall,

there from the late stage
where old age can tell

a past, as if cast –
an inviolable spell.

~
Had I only seen
what I could have been….

Oh well, what the hell.
One cannot foretell

from a past,
in the present,
nor the future so well –

Out of potential,
eventual will.
~

©2016 Marvin Loyd Welborn
06 September 2016