Future Shock

[beekay]

A long time ago
The young boy lay on his back
In cool, green grass
Reaching out to touch
Snow-capped mountains
So near, so far
Dreaming, smiling
Imagining his life
Fifty years hence

Now, weighed down by time
And the gravity of life
Standing where pavement
Entombs the long dead grass
He points through the toxic haze
With scarred, palsied hand
At the bare, brown mountain peaks
Inwardly weeping for his life
Fifty years past

[the mingo]

Beekay - you feverish romantic you !

[beekay]

Who, me? Feverish?

[leafsailors ghost]

The time slips away so quickly , workdays soak it up ,turn around and it is gone , I was young out west also.My old age is full of grandkids so for me it is a fine time but I can relate to the poems sentiments ,I miss the energy and optimism I had when I was young. I thought the world was mostly good, not so any more.Yes the toxic haze and the rush for things, mean nasty l men at the helm, sigh, who knew.