Teetering On the Brink
I stand on the brink of tomorrow’s joys
Listening to the whispering of a gentle mist
Kissing the breezes as they come my way,
Mulling over how I spent this awesome day,
Wondering how much was clamoring noise
Echoing through a preoccupied mind I missed,
And trying to recall why I came here to stay
Mulling over how I spent this awesome day.
I peer over the edge at tomorrow’s ploys
In my mind reviewing this remarkable list
Of plans laid over, huge lumps of pliable clay,
Mulling over how I spent this awesome day,
Teetering on the brink, clutching my poise,
Between today and tomorrow an unseen twist
In my attitude, so casual, come-what-may
Mulling over how I spent this awesome day.
Written January 13, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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