“NEW AGE.” a poem, for: Sunday November 10, 2019
Who knows what will happen tomorrow? I don’t know.
Will there even be a tomorrow? Another show?
Another go? Another try at doing what we can,
To “hold body and soul together?” I used to have a plan.
I used to think that I maybe had something figured out,
But LIFE put a pretty quick end to THAT.
Please, Dear; please don’t pout.
Sure, maybe I’m wrong, but I don’t think there’s anything guaranteed; not a thing;
At least nothing I can tell, so allow me to humbly bring,
This news to YOUR attention, any who have confidence,
In what they are doing or believe.
THIS from “One on The Fence,”
Who’s not planning to jump off on either side,
Just desperately holding on (kind of), (hopefully) HUMBLY going for a ride,
PERFECTLY CERTAIN THAT EVEN A FEATHER CAN KNOCK ME DOWN,
Which might drop from a passing angel. I’m TRYING not to frown;
I’m TRYING not to cry, with a confident smile pasted on,
Having NO IDEA what will happen.
Just waiting for The Dawn. (?)