Why Fear a Future
Why fear a future not foreseeable?
Would this question that doubts abrade,
remain unanswered without curiosity?
I'd be left with a regret as insurmountable
as guilt itself: what gains would I have made,
if I had held back and ignored this possibility?
A long time ago, happiness was abundant not letting shadows loom,
and time seemed an eternity held into my grasp before tragedy befell;
I had no doubtful thoughts or gloomy prophecies foretelling doom...
or pondered about a catastrophe and be afraid of it: all was well.
They should have seen me running through fields
of poppies and dandelions overlooked by chestnut
trees and with excited eyes and tanned cheeks...
I searched for a stream to quench my thirst!
There, atop the Paternio Mountain, cliffs plunge
into the picturesque valley below...any soul
would be amazed and not expunge
this sight from the awesomeness of the boulders!
There, nobody thinks of mundane things while taking a stroll,
but admire that wild rose lulled to sleep by blades of grass!
Would anybody pick it and let its loveliness
vanish from the meadow's vastness?
Whom this beautiful rose will be tempting:
that lover driving back home who thinks of his darling?
Why fear a future which hasn't come yet?
Does the suffering of others make me reflect
on middle life? Can I forget my share of sorrows?
Do I realize that my errors were paramount?
Ah, time is too swift in its conquest of days!
I mourn my defeats and not take into account
the delight of my little triumphs
that are imprinted on my thumbs!
Written on 5/19/ 2018
Theme: Over the hill and far away
Entered in Broken Wings contest,
“ Let Your Pen Drip “
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2018
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