POEMS

Saturday, September 24, 2005

Attitude

The old did not exist
when time was young.
A skip of the rock across the water
has caused me to change.

The feelings I have are different.
My body is growing weary and
I look out from this repository
with a view that is shaped by circumstance.

The future used to be my goal.
It is now my destiny.
I am the future.


©Tuesday, October 4, 1994 Steve Lunsford