David Mchattie Poet Rhyme

The World Will Have To Wait

There is a word now long forgotten
That tasks the good-night air.
It sits tantalizingly upon my tongue
But it finds no babble there.

I had it for a moment.
I caught its scent upon the breeze.
It has slipped between my fingers.
It may have passed from some disease.

But the shifting sands of borrowed time
Mark the setting of my sun.
With the word lost to an uncaring Universe...
Is there nothing to be done?

The word escapes my flawed attention
As my aged memory goes awry
With nothing left but muddled thoughts
To shift and sort before I die.

Such a word would unite the masses
And lay waste their long neglect.
Making a mockery of these anxious times
Allowing troubled souls to resurrect.

'Tis a word of hope and promise
Bringing joy to all who hear.
And those who wish... not the dark abyss...
Would have their sorrows disappear.

I know not where it may dither
But it certainly exists in time and space.
I feel I owe the world a lover's debt...
So I will discern its hiding place.

I will ponder on it thusly
While the fate of millions lie in state.
But old age is indeed a slow stampede...
So a troubled world will have to wait.

                The End

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Lindsay Laurie June 29, 2021 at 5:31 PM Hello David … nicely rhymed and written indeed. Keep searching for that word David - Lindsay David Mchattie July 2, 2021 at 5:08 PM Whatever that word is... it cannot come too soon. Have a great day.

Jan Allison June 27, 2021 at 4:25 PM thanks for the smile David, if you think of the word let me know... old age is creeping up on us and i repeat what i say. so if you think of the word let me know.:-) hugs Jan xx David Mchattie July 2, 2021 at 5:09 PM Will do my friend.