Any way here goes.
He’s there in the mirror.
he was always there,
waiting, punching the clock
Grinning absurdly
I was too busy, too young
Foolishly ignorant
And now he’s here
For sure, for real,
And I will learn Tolerance
I will give acceptance,
Agree to recognize him
get used to him
and though I will never
grow to like him
I must be thankful
That who I was
Is no longer here
To see
who he is yet to be.
15 comments:
Becoming a responsible adult is for the birds. Really!
I love this one of recognition.
Hope you feel better very soon, Peadar!
Here's a virtual hug for ya: <>
And so say all of us! Time present and time past are both contained in time future, eh?
I'd love to see the newspaper headline that inspired this!
Get well soon Mr!!
Hope you get well soon sir.
This poem is great, deep and brooding with a touching end.
He's not that bad Peadar. I like the air of mystery your poem has and I think we can all relate to it. Hope your chest infection will soon clear up - they are so nasty. It's drinking out of wet glasses that does it!
Reminds me: I'm talking to the man in the mirror! Love this loook at who was, who is, who is yet to be.
I have to read and re-read the last lines. existential, man, way existential.
also, how does one put that amazon 'buy me now!' thingie on one's blog?
A bit of a conundrum here Eej - but I like it.
Class, TFE. I like the punching the clock image very much and the final lines have taken me to before the Big Bang, which I have been contemplating much lately thanks to BBC2.
The mystery of us.
And look after yourself!
A thought-provoking poem, Total. I think we're all relieved that some of our former selves are no longer around, and heedless of those to come.
Get better!
The prompt for next week is up.
Well said. I think we all feel a bit of that, don't we? I know I do.
I'm an advocate of the echinacea, but as you've been sick for a while, it won't do you any good, so whisky it is!
Kato
Do we ever get used to this?
I likeeeee!
I'll be firing up the bus shortly.
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