When it becomes no longer possible to divide
your problems, you must decide to solve them.
You stop, turn, brace yourself to collide.
But clenched, expectant, you are surprised
how the impact falls short by such a wide margin.
The remainder is just an error of pride.
Today I saw an old man and woman, hand in hand
slowly crossing the street. My light was green
yet all I could do was screech to a stop.
Too shocked to spoil the neatness of those
who have done nothing less than to survive. They
cross. This equals the sum of both their lives.
By Terry TeoQLRS Vol. 5 No. 2 Jan 2006