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  • Oh, the Places You’ll Go

    Sometime in January 2009 I had an unexpected introspection, of which I found the following excerpt to summarise my feelings aptly – from Oh, The Places You’ll Go by Dr Seuss 1990.

    Do you dare to stay out?  Do you dare to go in?

    How much can you lose? How much can you win?

    And IF you go in, should you turn left or right…

    or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite?

    Or go around back and sneak in from behind?

    Simple it’s not, I’m afraid you will find,

    for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.

    You can get so confused

    that you’ll start in to race

    down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace

    and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,

    headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.

    The Waiting Place…

    …for people just waiting.

    Waiting for a  train to go

    or a bus to come, or a plane to go

    or the mail to come, or the rain to go

    or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow

    or waiting around for a Yes or a No

    or waiting for their hair to grow.

    Everyone is just waiting.

    Waiting for the fish to bite

    or waiting for wind to fly a kite

    or waiting around for Friday night

    or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake

    or a pot to boil, or a Better Break

    or a sting of pearls, or a pair of pants

    or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.