Prompt no 2: A poem on grief and/or sorrow. This could be of any length.

Rememberance of Time Link to heading

I wasted time when I was young and free I lived my life as though it’d never end I gave days to the small and the petty And never a thought to the minutes I spent.

I met mortality in my middle years And started to count each hour and each day But failures of past, and future fears Robbed me from enjoying lifes cabaret.

I approach my death now, angry and sad Greedy for more time to fritter away; ‘Tis living the present that makes one glad Just this moment to smell lifes bouquet.

Wake up, have a smoke Breakfast on wine (I made a toast!) Young and restless, living fast I’m the future, y’all are the past Rising star, meteorite, Hustling hard, blazing white How old am I? Twenty two, Anyway. Who the fuck are you?

Wake up, take a pill, Breakfast on idlis (it’s chill) Wake up the kid, time for school “Study hard”, “Dont be cruel” Time for work, the dialy grind Brings in the cash, burns up the mind How old am I? Thirty three Middle age is creeping up, you see?

Wake up, Morning banana, good for motion

Wake up, handful of pills Skip breakfast, I have the chills All alone, everyones gone No where to hide, no where to run How old am I? Eighty two Can’t see much. Who the fuck are you?