I wanted to be tolerant
gentle, mild and kind.
Thoughful of the others
whom life has left behind.
But life outpaced me.
Sadness caught me up.
My road ran out.
There’s nothing left for me
in futures’ cup.
I am an island, lapped
by waves I long to be.
The tides turn, rushing out
into a sparkling sea.
But always, without me.
