You can talk all you want
about what you’ll do tomorrow
next week
next year
but it matters very little
because tomorrow
and next week
and next year
are not yours
to have
You can talk all you want
about where you’ll be tomorrow
next week
next year
but you’d be an arrogant liar
because tomorrow
and next week
and next year
are not yours
to plan
You do not see your life
as the vapor that it is
how it curls up
and away from the
black coffee
on your table
dissipating
faster than it
appeared
Today
is all you’ve been given
to do
what you must do
Tomorrow
and next week
and next year
all dressed up
with
nowhere
to
go
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This was a lovely way to end the day part of my work.
Now I can move into the night part. I hate transitions.
Good writing makes them easier. I’ll hear your voice tonight.
For that I thank you.
Liz
How you have time for anything I’ll never know. Just looking at what you produce and the quality of it makes me sweat. Uh, I do mean that as a compliment…
Thanks for coming around here Liz, good to have you…
Robert, I don’t have time for anything. I just have to write. It’s like breathing, You ever want to talk, just email me. I’m happy to talk about writing. Sometimes it’s nice to know that other folks get lost inside their heads too.
Thank you for these words - When your world seems to crumble underneath your feet and it seems that you have lost all you have, words like these make it easier to cope with tragedy.
Thank you.
You’re welcome Harring.
Yes, life can sometimes be a real son-of-a-bitch, “…nasty, brutish and short…” someone famous once said.
But then, all of the hells that surround us only magnify the raw beauty somehow, and I thank God he didn’t leave us to ourselves…
I’m closing down the comments on this one thanks to the brilliant spammers of the world. Spam is such a great marketing tool.
For some reason this post alone has rec’d hundreds of spam comments in the last week…
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