poetry

A Past Future

I watch them.
so young,
so fresh,
so much energy,
and I envy them their youth.
yet
I would not do it again.
I wasted my beginning.
I let it slip past me,
too afraid to grab
the dragon’s tail.
but I have learned,
the hard way,
that you cannot escape
its teeth.
and so I go now,
tired and spent,
into the
yawning,
gaping,
roaring,
future.

8/31/13

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