What Button Fits The Hole?

 

What button fits the hole,
Whose hand, the glove?
What wayward glance
Derails true love?
The best is yet to come, it's said,
A line that sets the stage
For expectations yet undone
And hearts all gone a-rage.
Does what satisfies today
Fail us in our tomorrows?
Will all that pleases be set aside
To make way for greater sorrows?
My path is clear, I'll not be driven.
I want no more than I am given.

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david coyote
4-10-03

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