Tomorrow is actually here already,
as the days race through
without any mercy,
and I grow older and weaker,
thinking through my screaming head,
to create something both
creative and helpful.
I ponder, is this the right way to be going,
or should I concentrate
on the happy soul,
making people laugh and enjoy their lives
and all the many plants ‘n trees,
the birds and the buzzing insects,
that gives me memories of
lazily picking my way through
the countryside of the Greek islands,
seein the ruined temples with
jagged columns protruding from the ground
with a see of poppies thrusting their red heads
up, with no matter whether it was the European or Turkish one.
charles1958 