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.
Are You Reading Me?
7 comments:
I really enjoy your poems and this one sounds so like me :)
Bob,
Sometimes we all throw away chances. Always certain of another second chance....
I suppose it is human(nature) to err....
Eileen :)
Always put off for more
Never should be done
Then life becomes a chore
Until it ends its run
With a talent like yours there will always be another chance waiting around the corner...One of these days! ;)
Loved this poem. After your toe gets sore enough, you stop kicking and take a chance!
Thanks everyone, your comments and friendship continue to inspire me daily!!
Excellent. And so, so familiar.
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