fulfillment

fulfillment is like

an ever-elusive thought.

it swifts and darts

between every crevice and

opening-

when you need it to stand still.

it slicks

and slides between every good chance

that passes you by.

until it's to late

and it's gone forever.

and your old

and decrepit and ill-

it will look in your window

smile, wave, and keep walking onward

away from you

away from your dreams

into blissful eternity

forever.

 

I like this poem. It's so true. Good job

 

away from your dreams,
into blissful eternity.


love that ending. it ends it on the right note.

 

thanks.