John Minahane

In Thoughts You Are PerfectIn thoughts you are perfect in thoughts you do not quail bicycle minus wheel in spirit never failsIn life things are harder you could not be bound when the ideal came circling and took yoursecond roundAnd now you sift what is and what’s only dreamed you wish that wheel were yours but it was not so deemedDo not grieve without it why rage at the fates? The one that remained is sound and in placeWhy value it little for the perfect you burn try to lend it more trust start to live, do not mourn