Wednesday, May 09, 2012

Fancy Free

The world was waiting at my feet
I blithely kicked it aside
and watched it skitter down the street
the prodigal son of pride,

I booted every chance I had
so certain there’d be more
but now I’m feeling slightly sad
my toes a little sore

if only I could curb this curse
of being so blasé
my lark through limbo might reverse,
desire one deed away.

7 comments:

Kate said...

I really enjoy your poems and this one sounds so like me :)

Eileen T O'Neill ..... said...

Bob,

Sometimes we all throw away chances. Always certain of another second chance....
I suppose it is human(nature) to err....

Eileen :)

Pat Hatt said...

Always put off for more
Never should be done
Then life becomes a chore
Until it ends its run

Word Catalyst Magazine said...

With a talent like yours there will always be another chance waiting around the corner...One of these days! ;)

Donna said...

Loved this poem. After your toe gets sore enough, you stop kicking and take a chance!

rch said...

Thanks everyone, your comments and friendship continue to inspire me daily!!

Jack said...

Excellent. And so, so familiar.