Tomorrow is
nebulous at best.
A dream of one
who still sleeps.
You are alive now.
Awake in this fresh
green world.
In the planning, we
forget to live.
Ask the mice and men
how plans go.
There are traps and
trivialities that keep
you from carrying on.
Funny things happen on
the way to the bank.
My mom died while
grocery shopping.
Today, peers back at
you from the mirror.
Breath and heartbeat.
Desire and passion.
No one survives this
story.
You’re the author and the
protagonist, write it
well.
Wow. Another poem for my bathroom mirror this morning. This will be one of the first things I see when I wake up.
Quite the gem you have here, Thomas.
Thank you so much. I appreciate it.
Brilliantly penned, Thomas. Like this a lot my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you. Much appreciated.