MeasureMEnt

A poem about how life goes

MeasureMEnt

 

He has faith

How quaint

The dull-eyed cynic says

 

It takes an age

To come to rest

And live with stalled desire

 

Beside the naked flame

Young flesh will singe

And lean-in to dangerous spaces

 

Only patience can reward

A player in the waiting game

Measured by the frantic pack

 

Perhaps it’s best to cling

To rays of light

And shine

Author's Note

appalling thoughts ensure a steady trickle of words etcetera