To bring you wisdom and insight,
each day I rattle the marbles in my head
in the mind of a man of promise
who lost his way instead.
Fame and fortune and the lap of luxury,
I was never set on that glorious path
I was allowed to drift about my world
thinking the future was just for laughs.
To pursue a future that would be bright,
better men would have risen above.
Not for me would be the life of goals,
no one was there to give me a shove.
Instead, I turned this way and that,
like a cat chasing bring shiny things,
Away from a future, and building a past
of burnt bridges and passionate flings.
And now all that's left is that hollow chamber behind my eyes,full of marbles but not so wise.
3 comments:
At least you're playing "Keepsies" and holding on to your marbles
A wise poem.
B&B, maybe... but the rattling is starting to bother me a little.
Richard, thank you. The phrase is "older but wiser" but I think only the "older" part is applicable.
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