100 Short Poems
The glorious golden future
Somehow never quite arrived.
Was always occurring someplace else
while here one dealt daily with
bad breath, late payments, heartburn, and
the detritus of dreams that disappoint.
Before and after
Before was a quiet time of happy effort
with some sweet successes. Life was
a full bowl of varied fruit.
After your raucous, unexpected arrival
the bowl tipped over and the fruit scattered.
Reflection
The journey may be long
with no map or compass,
the route most often unclear.
How much is unlooked for
that arrives with the days of a life