Poem: The Future

A falling man
knows his

I reach out
gingerly

to a future
made by choices

not all of them
mine

Copyright © 2019 Kim Whysall-Hammond

The Third of three………..

Future

As we move through space
We move through time
One controlled
The other inexorable

As the future approaches
We can but hold our head high
Wait for the chances
Have the courage to leap

Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond

The last  poem from the challenge I’ve been following for a short while. This poem is in response to the prompt ‘future’.