Tomorrow, Present

Too young to often remember,
Until age reaches it's peak
Age 6 questions became answers
Not until twenty years later
Yet each conversation manifested into what we call strees.

At age six I asked my aunt the questions I would later hate to know
Life's true identity, beyond tantrums
And fiction.

This being fear trying not to embrace
Today as we talk conversations shorter
Answers abundant; feasted on at
Unstable tables, Christmas and thanksgiving alike.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

at age six we are full of questions...and in later years we wish we never found out the answers...innocence is long gone...and life has scarred..

and we have found the unstable tables of Christmas and Thanksgiving alike...as you say...those holidays lose their luster...when we are kids we are so excited by everything...but we are also naive.

strong poem

[mendedwords]

Yes you hit it right on the mark, thanks for the review.