There comes a moment
when you swallow
what you always knew
but aimlessly brushed away
like mosquitos circling with truth
in the summer’s heat.
All dreams will not come true
expectations will not be met
experiences will not be realized
hope has boundaries.
You cannot help but tally
that which can no longer be
and possibility floats away
like a kite from a small child’s hand.
Passion isn’t everlasting
relativity tempers achievement
whistles are hoarded for youth.
Colorless granny panties
strain to cover life’s bulges
mocking firm buttocks
dressed in pink thongs
and horizonless futures.
Laura Black
2 Comments
MINDY PER
January 1, 2021 at 3:41 pmLove it! Thanks
Esther Greenberg
January 4, 2021 at 4:14 pmThis was so wise and wonderful Really loved it. Spoke to me!