"Potential"

Potential

Contributed by Fred Glover

Flotsam on the sea of life
A promise made that was not kept
Could have been a shooting star
They burn out quickly, leaving not a scar
Dreams of what could have been
Reality intrudes and testifies to what is now
Like a snake that sheds its skin
Leaving behind vacuous cells
That are blown away by a soft mild spring wind
What could have been, what might have been;
We’ll never know
Now, buried deep in the world’s land fill