All the Little Things That I Misplaced (POEM)
- Mary Ann Farley
- Oct 21, 2019
- 1 min read
Updated: Nov 26, 2019
Here in this tower
There's a wilted weathered flower
Time is running out to recover
The water in the vase
Has turned into malaise
My body as it fails becomes another
Things are getting stranger
It's clear that I'm in danger
And I cannot recognize my own face
A puzzle still in pieces
Tucked inside the creases
Of all the little things that I misplaced
Time is running empty
It twisted and it bent me
I try to straighten out but I'm undone
I climb down from the tower
If it all lasts just an hour
Don't look behind
There isn't time
Just run
(c) Mary Ann Farley 2019
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Chetneet, I'm much older than you with some health issues, so time can be very prominent in my mind sometimes. But you're absolutely right in your interpretation. No matter what our age or state of health, looking back or having regrets can sometimes be a waste of our precious energy. I so look foward to watching how your own work progresses!
Amazing art!
"Don't look behind
There isn't time
Just run"
While improving yourself, you should not have time to look back. Thanks for reminder!