kismet

I would have waited till the cows came home
slowly, they graze in their pasture
but time has a way of hurrying by
when you don't know what you are after

I'm going through the boxes now
and discarding what I don't need
shredding things, old memories
that once caused me to bleed

I don't know what's around the corner
kismet has always eluded me
what the magician has in his bag of tricks
has shaken all of my beliefs

I would have waited till the cows came home
slowly, they graze in their pasture
but time has a way of hurrying by
when you don't know what you are after

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License