The alarm clock tolls
earlier than I need
Out of bed I roll
with all my aches
and creaky joints
that scream out middle age
I feel old
Thread bare and worn
Way too much time spent
on self induced detours
that took me
to my home here in Nonessential
Not enough minutes left
for a course alteration
to offset the accumulation
of time wasting trips
Missing out on all the things
I should have done
and could have been
when I was young
and so full of potential
The die is cast
buried deep within
the sins of the past
For an aging plow horse
saddled down
with all these
useless regrets
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