 |
| Picture by Byron Johnson - unsplash.com |
Whisper questions to the air
Why does time in passing
Rarely spread an equal share
Like a fortune wheel selector
Where the pointer comes to rest
Your numbers up when out of luck
To leave your future dispossessed
Until that time when winding up
Take the weather as it comes
We cannot dwell on lucky stars
They do not count in lifeline’s sums
Pendulum’s are primed to swing
Until the driving force depletes
To centre stage and curtain calls
Where before and after meets
In the distant hour a baby's cry
Pulsates with furious heart
Demanding full attendance to
A newly wound and hurried start
The perfect pulse begins again
Not taking sides or second guesses
Driven by a swing momentum
A two-way arc where more or less is
No comments:
Post a Comment