SHATTERED COMPLACENCY

It can be surprising

How many doors can stay shut on a guy

How many things they won’t let you do

That you thought you could do

How many plans fall through

Goals don’t materialize

Dreams evaporate

How hard it can be to keep going

 

How sad a guy can get

 

Revenue streams abruptly stop flowing

While the clock ticks on the next bill due

But you are going to keep going

Keep trying to find that open door

A sign of the times, of a guy’s status, statistics

Cast-off ships that have likely sailed their last

But still are sea-worthy

Wisdom no one seems to inquire of

Talent not tapped

My cell-phone silent, but for Facebook notifications

TIME

Time

Something to be filled

Not enough of

Passes unnoticed, unpondered

Work, family, sleep

Filled fulfilling aspirations

Perfecting, learning, creating

Time

How we fill the time we have

Young people chase their dreams

My friends who partied with me

When we were young

Went to school, found a career, retired

–I’ve watched whole lives

Career, family, retirement, death—

And it all means, has meaning

Means a lot

Some just get by

Passing time

Pastime, time passed

Time management

Time: “My most precious commodity”

Not enough ours in the day

Racing the clock

The Reaper

Time, pastime, time passed

Time out