Journey Poem by Dave Cadaqu

Journey



Some days are an ice cream Sundae;
Others, a mouthful of ocean.
So many make no mark at all,
Rung up and forgotten.

The mirror speaks to me of someone long ago,
A guy I know, from when the clock stopped,
Still seeking tomorrow just ahead
Invisible to passerby's.

I would yell to them, no wait!
I've seen him not long ago.
It was only yesterday I went with him
Out to play, then to school, then looking for love.

If it's true that we travel far
Where do we go and what for?
How do we know we don't tread water
Then quietly disappear?

These currents do not trouble me
I've been here before
And may pass here again
Though I expect not to know.

Friday, October 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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