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Misfire
by Ben EvansMy five fingers and my five toes
all point to where my future goes
A birthday milestone on a rocky road
coughs up fates that had been forebode
But kicking out and slapping forth
All I can do is follow North
And hope it leads me far astray
'til lost, alone, I find my way
It hardly benefits me thus
but cars are better than the bus
by which I mean I'd rather find
myself; shared dreams are undefined.
But thinking now of either/or
I wish I'd never closed that door
So sorry, sad, alone am I
Searching life while I wait to die. 08/14/2011 Posted on 08/14/2011
Copyright © 2025 Ben Evans
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 08/18/11 at 06:08 AM I understand the sentiment, and only time will tell if that closed door meant that other, more magical ones, will open. And, speaking for time myself, I've always observed that, even when we think we blunder, it all turns out as it should along the way. Btw, I love "It hardly benefits me thus - but cars are better than the bus." A brilliant, simple thought that cannot be overstated!
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