Friday
May 11, 2012
Aaah, the wonderful world of coincidence. After I wrote the intro to yesterday's poem I noticed that it had poetic possibilities! Aaaand here it is!
Time
Sometimes the
day gets away from me running ahead
of me like my
big brother who was always in such hurry,
stretching
his hideously long legs out in front of his adult
size body,
moving at what seemed to me a million miles an
hour. And no
amount of pleading, "Come on, man,
wait up!"
could stop
his momentum, as he picked up even more speed
and disappeared
around the corner before I could catch up to him.
It’s not so
much that we run out of time, but that time runs
out on us,
runs out of patience with us. We need to get on
with it, or time will
turn the corner and disappear forever.
rrw o5-1o-12
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