Poetry: Patterns

 

Monday

What is the prognosis?

I have things to do
Goals to achieve

Nothing big
Nothing major

Just the usual

Wake up
Get up
Stretch well and eat

There’s not a lot else
To aim for

Is there?

Not with this life
That gets in the way

Of seeing this dream
In the sharpest focus

Cut to the bank
Cut to the company

That is no way
To look at the world

Young man

There is money to make
And houses to buy

Indeed

Maybe I could do that
If I wanted something else

I don’t

I just want the usual

Wake up
Get up
Stretch well and eat

 

 

© J H Martin