Sunday, December 6, 2009

Chasing Time (A poem)

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow,
I chase after you
and it is like arriving at the bus stop just in time
to hear the sound of the yellow diesel monster
driving away.

Tomorrow and tomorrow
I am ever reaching out
to grasp the cold air where you will someday stand,
my hand falters, I stumble.

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
I chase after you,
and just when I know that you may be lurking
right beyond the next corner
I slow my step - afraid.

Tomorrow, oh Tomorrow,
I forgot my shoes, my bag is not packed,
my homework is not done...
I will have to catch up with you

~W.J.M. 2009

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