Yesterday's News by Angie JenkinsYesterday’s abandoned newspaper,
Flitting among these slushy, snowy streets,
Your destiny was writ
Long before journalists etched headlines
Into the surface of your skin.
Though, the stories you may possess
That are invisible to the naked eye!
You provided the homeless shelter,
Supplying heat in New York’s blustery December nights.
You gave your limbs for kindling,
Allowing the couple by the trashbins
To desperately warm their frigid, shivering hands;
You yellowed and rotted,
Forgotten in a nearby ally
And laid deserted in a nearby bush,
While twigs and branches ripped your very soul apart.
Your history is vast, your past exploding with untold adventures;
Yet you lie there, alone,
For how absurd it is to sit and contemplate
Something as insubstantial and inconsequential
as “yesterday’s news.”
12/30/2010 Posted on 12/30/2010 Copyright © 2024 Angie Jenkins
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Jody Pratt on 01/16/12 at 11:43 PM I've thought about this before. It seems so important to know what's happening or going to happen, but in the end it's something that has happened and it is soon forgotten. |
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