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The Nod
by Richard VinceIt’s all good until we try to
Go from fantasy to reality;
Until we find that what we get
Is not quite what we were
Promised.
Here we are again: finding
Unexpected problems that
Should have been solved
Months ago, and having to
Make do with hollow assurances.
In some ways I admire
The optimism in the face of
What has gone before, but
I also feel pity and
A sense of inevitability.
What an optimist I once was...
Eyes open and gazing skywards
Before my soul was crushed
Under the weight of
Responsibility.
Too much to do, and
Not enough hours.
I no longer have the time
To be positive.
01/14/2014 Posted on 01/30/2014
Copyright © 2023 Richard Vince
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Sam Roberts on 01/31/14 at 05:07 PM yeh, I feel like this too! |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 02/01/14 at 05:14 PM Sounds like you could be relating to Obamacare! LOL! Life can be overwhelming this poem says to me. |
| Posted by Angela Stevens on 02/28/14 at 11:44 PM This captures how I have often felt at times. Sometimes staying positive is a hard thing to do. |
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