Apparently Hopeless

I'm trying to take care to acknowledge
The present, the heat, the people who've
Come, what we're eating and saying,
The way that everything looks, and the feel
Of the water in which I am standing,
Rather than do as I usually do:  concentrate
On the future and what should be done.
That focus, so sadly and typically human,
Has stolen six decades of life on this earth.
The present goes unseen.  The past is a blur,
And, now that the future itself has grown
Smaller, I'd like to learn how to stop
Cheating myself.  I think I can do it.  I'll
Probably have some idea if I can by
Next week.





Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-06-22 at 00:20

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
It is my impression that not everyone gets this sense of wasted time (if that indeed my interpretation is correct) ? I know I have done at times, and because of that I can fully relate to your poem, Lawrence. I think you expressed it beautifully.
Allen
2022-06-22