Monday, November 7, 2011

On Getting Older

Tomorrow can't stop
until I finish today
with its lists and tasks

Yesterday hurried away
and last week buried itself
under a blanket

Time can't wait for me to catch up
It won't stand still
but plows ahead
I follow—arguing, cajoling
for the years to slow their pace

The calendar pages turn
and time keeps a steady rhythm,
a perpetual metronome,
a perennial pendulum
fixed on a course

a shuttlecock that never falters

Poetic Asides
"What won't wait"

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