Comes Then a Day
Evening comes softly, stealing colors of day—
a rainbow of hues, fading slowly to gray.
Ten thousand days, seeking fortune and fame,
and ten thousand more, all in all just the same.
The dreams of my dad; the hopes of my mom
rest squarely on me, now that they’re gone.
The world swirls around me, alive and decaying.
Who’s in charge of it all? Who’s fasting? Who’s praying?
I kneel at life's altar of hope and despair.
The truth and its witness are already there.
I’ve won a choice few and damn all the rest.
Did I give it my all? Did I give it my best?
Now verdict’s been rendered; the court’s had its say.
Its verdict my shroud; its mercy my stay.
1st Place, Your Favorite Old Poem, Judy Konos
Copyright © Mark Peterson | Year Posted 2013
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