Then When?

 

Five years ago, I wrote a note
to my ever-struggling self,
and, just now, I found it
in a notebook on the shelf.

A lot has happened, since that time,
but somehow I’ve not reversed
the pathetic, whiny thinking
that upon myself I’ve cursed.

Surely, I’ve made some progress
and garnered more control,
but I still wake up each day
without a purpose or a goal.

There’s one major difference, though,
between these separate times,
because although I’ve always written
I haven’t always written rhymes!

That could have been the end of this
but I still clutch the pen,
because a change is called for
and, if not now, then when?

Copyright © 2019 – Adam Light

Play

Play feels good
Yeah, I can play
But that feeling
Cannot stay

I’d love to be
Somewhat okay
But I can’t shake
This great dismay

I’ll play right now
I’ll play tomorrow
But next week
I’ll strain with sorrow

I’m not okay
Because some day
The worst will come
And it will stay

So I ask you
Do you know
How playfulness
In life should go?

Do I laugh now
And give way
Or do I drop
This whole array?

Can this burden
Be my game?
Or have I lost
With no acclaim?

If I have wisdom
I don’t show it
I’ve played the fool
But killed the poet

Copyright © 2019 – Adam Light