PERHAPS TOMORROW
Why I got nothing done today
a sleepy morning at the local café
the table centerpiece a sweet bouquet
and there upon my mind display
I saw a World of sleep and play
They live a life without delay
needs provided by Government pay
but much to their amazed dismay
the Public coffers began to decay
"Here’s your Espresso …make-way!"
I looked up and began to say
to clear the air and find a way
hoping not to sound passé
I was simply blown away
magnificent beauty on display
* * * * *
The Gin we shared ……ah yes, Bombay
bent our minds and made us sway
and you know
I’ll never forget that beautiful day
I’ll even remember the lovely bouquet
another early morning at the local café
now a permanent record in my dossier
and the beautiful lady I let slip away
I still can hear her voice today
singing the words as she would say
"Keep dreaming my Sailor, now go out and play."
© Sailor May 11,2012 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Revised June 17, 2013
6 Jun
TIME ENOUGH
Posted by S A I L O R in Editorial Comment, Fresh Poetry, P O E T R Y. Tagged: Future, Numbers, Procrastination, The Path, Time, Unknown. Leave a comment
SOCIO-TECHNOLOGICAL ADVANCEMENT
Sometimes I wonder
you know when I’m down
just why is The Path
so hard to be found
The hours of our life on Earth count toward a seemingly infinite, yet inevitable ever changing conclusion
Pondering many wonders brought moments of pleasure
realizing there will never be enough time
fascinated by socio-technological advancement
upon the path still looking for a sign
Fear the unknown
no I don’t dare
I embrace the unknown
my future to snare
By reducing our lives to a number of days
we foster internal procrastination
having looked, thinking there is plenty of time
we squander moments in blind fascination
Fear the unknown
no don’t you dare
Embrace the unknown
your future to snare
© Sailor August 30, 2011 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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