Looking at the world with yesterday’s eyes
while the mirror advocates for the present.
Bones engaged in idle chatter stating their case
Knowledge, like stones around my neck.
Minds and ears closed to what I have to say.
The snickers of onlookers set the cadence
for their feet marking their future path
like it or not.
Curly nappy hair my crown
Deep chocolate skin not so bad after all.
Existence validated by itself.
Running weathered, boney fingers
through my glory I remember the past
or was it just a dream?
The future and present now melded as one.
All that I ever wanted and did not receive
I know now I did not need.
Blissfully content with the wisdom of age
Fear, where is thy grip? I am what I am and
that’s just fine.
Humored by my youthful foolishness
Resolved now to never know it all.
So much to share, to say but no one to listen
and so, the wheel will continue to be reinvented.
Knees will be scraped on the same old rocks
and life goes on.
So many yesterdays remembered amidst the clouds in my mind.
So, few left that remember, and the young
have no time or desire to listen.
The whispers and snickers are mine now
as the foolish mingle past head-first into the
About the Creator
I adore words and I love what happens when we grab them, sleep with them, holler and scream and laugh at them! I love what happens when we throw them in the air and watch them fall magically from our minds onto paper!