forgotten future greatness
and looked at the green things and the buildings
and reached out to those around me
and smelled the air
and ignored the forms and the self-styled obligations
and heard the rain on the roof
and put my arms around my wife
… and it’s not too late.
From Notes to Myself by Hugh Prather
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You are way too young to be reading Hugh Prather - lol. When I was a student at Kent State in the early 70s, his books were pretty popular. One of his poems influenced my decision to become a nurse rather than get a PhD in what was then a pretty esoteric field -
"Ideas are clean. They soar in the supreme heavens. I can take them out and look at them, they fit in books, they lead me down that narrow way. And in the morning they are there. Ideas are straight - but the world is round, and a messy mortal is my friend - come walk with me in the mud..."
I left the world of *ideas* of experimental psychology to become a nurse and walk with real people in the mud. No regrets.
wow. that is a beautiful poem. thanks for sharing. that's very cool.
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