Wanting to come to the table
With something to say was often
A big problem: a majority of the
People were either plotting in
The future or recreating the
ponderance off the past. Now was
A moment to be thought of
When they arrived someplace on time;
To be settled in each second and
Be current and aware of how
Each passing time was where you
Should be aware of existing in,
Was no longer how they lived, if
It ever was.. Each day was, for them,
A lie plied out of a fib topped
With another lie. It was like a
Curse that someone had put on
The next generation where the
Truth and patience that was gifted
Them was tainted, horribly, by
Too much information…

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
This entry was posted in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

2 Responses to text

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s