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Dogs 2018

MISGUESSED DESTINY
(12/29/18)


another year
almost gone

as I age
I tend
to look
back

rather
than forward

there's
so much
more
to see

much better
than the usual
panic attack
associated
with dwindling
future opportunity

that worry
makes me wonder
what I should
be doing
with my
remaining time

all
of the standard
social options
long ago
lost
my interest

they seem
more diversions
than actual
accomplishments

we've
made up
so many
easily attainable
goals
for ourselves

heaped
assumed importance
upon them

hold them
up
to each other
as standards

but they
are still
fantasies

nonexistent
once we are
no longer here
to fabricate
them

what
does that
leave us
to do?

live

breathe

hope
for some
grace
of a solution

or at least
for a clue
to our
predestination

perhaps
waiting
is the best
answer

who is there
to tell us
otherwise?

only
the dead

only
the dead