In a melancholy mood today, I am. In an attempt to lighten the load, brighten the day, and so on and so forth, I’ve written a light-hearted poem. I hope it cheers you as it did me.
Trudging Inexorably toward Death
(in postmodern metre)
The year is passing
Many things still left undone
Like the year before
January came yesterday
Now it is December
Where the in between-time went
No one can remember
Twenty-ten
Is gone, my frien’
December was cold and got colder
The snow just got bolder and bolder
Day after day
It fell just to say
“I’m not so much fun, now you’re older”
Time
passes like
seconds and minutes
and hours and days
and weeks and months and
years
Are we there yet?
No. go back to sleep.
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3 Comments:
#1 || 10·12·29··13:57 || SLF
This poem is wonderful! :)
#2 || 10·12·29··16:17 || jen
very nice... very nice...
*sigh*
#3 || 10·12·29··19:09 || WhiteStone
"Are we there yet?"
No, but we're getting closer. Both hubby and I. And trusting God that all is as He wills.
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