'Reflections' A short poem by William Forde: Copyright June, 2014.
"When I look back to my youth, did the budding being I then saw clearly emerge to my satisfaction or was I disappointed with the man who eventually turned up?
When I am breathing my last, shall I be able to look favourably upon those figures and faint images at the end of my bed, knowing that I loved and served them as 'a good man' or will I expire this life knowing myself as nothing more than the sad apology of that potential being I first saw in the puddle of my youth?
Who truly can measure the accuracy of one's memory and the machinations of one's mind as past is often coloured with false recall and future with deceitful hopes.We can but trust in self to steer the true course."
" Copyright: William Forde: June 26th, 2014.