Hindsight

I guess we all get stuck
In our comfort
Like racing rocking chairs
moving many miles a minute
Yet stationary
In the now
We always forget
Its better known by its proper name
The Present
Unable to understand thirst
Until the well runs dry
Stomachs like tar pits
Whining like spoiled children
For food we once ate like gluttons
And in the now
we starve
Holding out our hands
begging
For things never valued
Or understood
Praying to a god
Who holds us with disdain
Because we squandered
Our youth
Begotten not
Want not
The Present
Has become yesterday
Otherwise known by its proper name
Hindsight
Humming psalms
In caramelized voices,
"If we only knew then
What we know now."

Reviews

[KimLove "The Beautiful ..]

And this is what most adults call regret. Very nicely done Soli. Made for a very stunny read. This is why you should always remember the choices I make today I will have to live with tomorrow.xoxoxo

[WynterPhoenix]

Your poetry is always so honest and in your face. In a good way, of course. This one is no exception.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

but would we truly do it differently if we had it to do all over again? We never seem to appreciate what he have until it is gone, do we? Excellent piece.