what is to come. by Andrew S Adamslike the yellowing
of teeth or the pages of a book,
time passes in a fashion
of frustrating haste
however completely unnoticed.
we are lulled into complacency, like a radio delay
where everything seen happens seven seconds
after the fact;
thinking that we will stay this way forever
that our transgressions will never quite
catch up;
but a lost step in a quiet moment of respite will
not deter what follows us
and so we must choose between
running forever
or allowing what is to come
to come for us. 11/19/2008 Posted on 11/20/2008 Copyright © 2024 Andrew S Adams
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Nanette Bellman on 11/20/08 at 02:34 AM ain't this the truth? we'll get tired of running some day. |
Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/20/08 at 02:35 AM "running forever or allowing what is to come to come for us" poses quite a dilemma for the less than confident. Reality catches up regardless doesn't it? |
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/20/08 at 06:46 AM You have a hell of a knack for capturing the inevitable and the way we run like hell from it anyway. Great piece. |
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