Sunday, May 1, 2022

A Week of Short Poems Day 6

 

~Present Tense~

 

One last age of wonder will come,

the culminated blunder years

gone grudging on to months and weeks,

falling at last to miracles.

 

See:  some morning, when you and I

are both long dead, deep in the ground,

the sun'll dawn on the best damned day

this tired old world has ever known

 

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