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Later

We keep using the phrase

later on in life

A vague band-aid for the now.

But how do you define it?

When does it come?

There are no numbers.

There is no time.

People don't have time to be human

because they are waiting

for a tomorrow that won't come.

All that is certain is that later is promised.

It will come.

Whether it be a day, a week, or 22 years.

Even the seconds ticking by now

is your later coming true.

You will make it to your later.

I promise.

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Written by
lyndal-doherty
Published
Apr 2, 2015
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17·92
Notes

Poem #2 in celebration of National Poetry Month.

Tags
#time#human#now#waiting#promise#later
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