Miss No Bull For The Eye

I once hit my aim whilst still dark, That hit bull's head though not the eye, I did my best to hit the mark, Bull's eye's fine, good enough near nigh. And I dwelt on the wow of how And why of action of a throw, Doing what need be done, and now, There's little merit in morrow. Had I awaited morning's light, Waited for bull to be in sight, Worried if my aim would be right, Would the bull have waited all night? And then I saw the golden rule: For the sake of eye miss no bull. _____________________________________________________ We needless wait in life for non-existent perfection and loose valuable time achieving little for our wait. Take our justice system; take policy decisions at the helm. A less than perfect thing today is far better than a little more perfect one on a vague morrow. _____________________________________________________ Sonnets | 02.11.07 |