move forward young tigerA Poem by m.s.earlyHaving been the tiger and the broken feet, this is an expression of watching the young go off to learn from their mistakes while misunderstanding and undermining the older
The souped up young tiger peels away into the passing lane,
his racing stripes unavoidable by the officer's radar, window. Meanwhile broken feet propped up, cracking and split open, stationary and stoic, humbly refusing to disclose any animosity for the numb passerby trained not to focus on the ugly art that reveals something that might resemble truth. Broken horribly in plain sight and forced by a wretched rearview mirror (it's bearable when the site is someone else's) into being ratcheted out of denial. Yes old friend, we are as old as we look. Go moving young tiger, your gears perform flawlessly and the road before you knows no horizon, but your speed tests the patience of a badge and these old withered feet have no intention of posting bail. © 2014 m.s.earlyReviews
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3 Reviews Added on January 7, 2014 Last Updated on January 7, 2014 Authorm.s.earlyVAAbout"A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep." -Salman Rushdie more..Writing
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