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………..
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………..
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’.