To Waste Don’t Run
A Poem
To waste don’t run
young boy of three,
you still have time to crawl,
those steps you chase, are upon a pace,
for now, that’s way too tall.
To waste don’t ride
young man of 8,
enjoy that steady breeze,
those brakes you shake are not that great,
the proof is on your knees.
To waste don’t drive
lad of 18, the buses won’t delay,
I know you’re late
that’s not the point,
the risk’s not worth the gain.
To waste don’t fly
child of the world,
with hope beyond belief,
she did not wait, to hesitate,
when asking you to leave.
To waste don’t look
broken gentleman,
like glass is shattered in your eyes,
each sip and puff, will seem enough,
until the cup is dry.
To waste don’t drift
man off his course,
down, fallen from your grief,
the battle lost, war is over,
time for your retreat.
To waste look not
old tired man,
the cycle now at breach,
you’ve challenged, faced and conquered,
when you felt only defeat.
To waste we run
our lives away,
in body and in speech,
we think we think, we know we know,
we're all so hard to teach.
To waste so quick
our lives can turn,
regardless of the track,
so to remind you with this ending,
you’re never going back.
© Caillan, 2021.
