At the start of this year, I set a bunch of goals. One of those was to post 50 poems. You may have noticed I haven’t done one yet. It’s never to late to start they say.
I will have an update soon on my progress toward the larger set of 50 goals—those I accomplished and those I did not. As I said in that post, I reserved the right to amend it. This serves as an amendment in that I intend to post a poem every Monday rather than in batches or all at once. I’ve been working on them, but I’d be lying if I said I delayed with this one-a-week plan in mind.
So here goes . . .
Time Capsule
Time is a funny thing.
It drifts then spurts then drifts then fades.
It affects my age.
At first it is just the number
later just an exercise in relativity.
Time passes and wisdom replaces ambition.
A gap emerges
between what I can imagine
and what I can achieve.
I find I have more memories than goals.
So I set new goals, but then realize
those are just attempts
to regain lost memories.