"weell" poems
It's the first day of the
proverbial rest of my life,
I'm a year older,
a year wiser,
I have my list of resolutions,
hopes still tucked away.
But how sad,
I don't feel any wiser,
I still feel the same.
And yet, why can't I
get these things done?
How real, I let
the drive of the gravy train
cause more broken dreams,
create even more pain.
Oh weell, I'm not one to wallow in the
proverbial mire,
but it does seem,
I waste alot of my precious-time
looking at these wise-proverbs
for my answers.
Why does feel like
I always look for wisdom
in someone else's life
of mess-ups & gaffes?
The reasons seem elusive, but
I guess I can't waste any more time
lying here alone thinking about it.
guess I can't take life too seriously.
I have to just laugh,
puck myself up, seize the
proverbial one less day &
use whatever time I got left
to live whatever dreams I got left.
Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 5:39 AM UTC
Have you ever feelt trapped in the life you where living?
Like a hamster in a weell going around
And around
Never slowing down.
Like the sun and the moons never ending cycle
Waking up to the ligth
And resting to the night.
Like the cloak that keeps ticking
Tick
Tick
Tick
Bound to go in circles .
Like summer, fall, winter and spring
All have their duty
To come again next season.
Like the colors in the rainbow
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple,
Red
Orange
Yellow
Green
Blue
Purple
Always connected.
Never ending.
And Never changing.
-N.T.H
Jan 19, 2025
Jan 19, 2025 at 5:58 AM UTC