The Scholarship Has Sailed
a post-post-modern poem on procrastination
Oh, that wishing-it-were-otherwise-woe is mine!
No opportune windows ever open after closing-time.
No more pretty-pleasing rhyming schemes now please.
No, that may-be-clever-how-so-ever-so-scholarly line
Will never hang lofty awards, or hold up a bored scholarship
For the late poets Will B. and R. Tardy.
But what (or when) is late? By definition, it means after a specific time.
But if time is a circle-- and not a fixed line-- then the laws don't apply,
So why DO we bother to re-set our clocks?
-- Einstein can sail a starship off the edge of the world anytime --
So I'll press on, to futures unknown, arriving exactly when I'm meant to....
About the Creator
Halston Williams
Eternal Student: literature, poetry, history, art, and philosophy. English Teacher. Writer & painter. Traveller & skier (when there's $$$). I'm young enough to be foolish, yet old enough to know better. Lover of dark & beautiful things.
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Sounds like a nice sea shanty.