365

One year has become frightening
365 days passing too soon
Not enough, the fear that followed
The fear that will pack up.
Just as I unpacked in a Saturday,
Back in may as I laid in an empty room
No mattress, no clothes.
Only thoughts of Monday.,
The Monday in which a new career
Would begin.
This too passed along with 8 months
Now four remain, and I just may appear once again as a spec in the busy city streets of the south
Paved in success I haven't seen
Places I haven't conquered;
Soon a birthplace will return a memory
Distant relatives grow far again
I've come to terms.
Not too soon, at least not tomorrow.
My sorrow at ease
I'm my wife's joy to return.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i find this a very interesting poem about looking back and looking forward at the same time.
"paved in success i haven't seen"

and even as the successes might add up....and birthplace becomes a distant memory (for me the bronx)

the older i get, the faster the days go by...and i wonder of my existence and if it has really been worthwhile...what have i really accomplished?

[mendedwords]

Yes just as you said the older we grow the more we seem to dwell on the past. At least this is true for me.