Poetry & reflection

Left It Late

Waiting for life to give us what we need

Pixabay Image

Left it late. Let the years pile up
one after another until a lifetime
had passed and the time for changing
was long gone. Not fair really. Not like we have
control over what tomorrow brings.
With each morning the coffee’s hot,
the car starts, and we head into traffic. Check.

We arrive at work, sign in, take
a meeting, make some calls, and do
what we’re paid to do. Then we go
home, feed the kids, the dog, and the
goldfish swimming endless
laps around a bowl, and stare out the
window as the neighbor takes delivery
of a new RV. Check.

We love our wives, hug our kids, call
the parents and tell them not this year;
Take out the trash, watch the stars,
pack the lunches and when we kiss
that soft spot on the back of her neck,
she’s fallen fast asleep. Check.