POEM: Concerns & Wishful Thinking Fade Like Vanity In Time

Concerns

By Mark Cantrell

 

When I was young,

I longed to be older.

When I was old,

I yearned to be younger.

As a child,

I wondered what it was like

To be a grown up.

As a grown up, I struggled

To remember what it was like

When I was a child.

While I was alive,

I feared and eventually longed

For death.

When I was dead,

Concerns melted like the mist.

I was nothing, then,

But a memory,

Dwindling

In short-lived minds…

 

Mark Cantrell,

Stoke-on-Trent,

28 December 2014

 

Copyright © December 20...