A Brief Meditation on the Absurdity of Suffering in the Present in Expectation of a Brighter Future

It's been this way throughout my life:
My feet are cold. I don't wear socks.
The weather is supposed to warm,
And, if it does, I will not need them...
But the weather may stay chilly. If
That proves to be the case, my toes
Won't stop being numb. I will fall
Short of salvation and remain
Depressed.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-05-31 at 17:21

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