Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE GOAL, by MARIE TELLO PHILLIPS


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THE GOAL, by                    
First Line: We do not travel on beyond the place
Last Line: With wings all spread to fly at one lone call.
Alternate Author Name(s): Yeagle, Charles J., Mrs.
Subject(s): Fate; Travel; Destiny; Journeys; Trips


We do not travel on beyond the place
The hands of time are set for us to reach,
Although we are as free as air, the pace
Was timed at birth, before the start for each.

An ever present angel points the way,
Admonishing, to speed us to the goal,
And faster, faster, as the light of day
Now fades from view in sunset's golden bowl.

There is a slope beyond, which meets the sky,
The course goes on, until we mount the top.
In spite of failing eyes, as years go by,
We see the hands of time that signal, "Stop!"
The same that set the swallow's flight in fall
With wings all spread to fly at one lone call.





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