I turn each page gleaning all I can
from the information at hand.
But, it has become a time clock
of late. Ticking down every minute
and second chance, a fated dance
with my mortality. The reality
becomes clearer the nearer the end
rears its head. Another birthday looms,
another Christmas passes.
Another daughter to send off with her
now and future lifetime friend
and husband. Another year at a job
that has served the family well
(but not well off by any stretch).
Here’s the catch. I look forward
to the golden years (if they are granted me).
I’ll make no demands or make
outrageous plans. Retirement may come
and hopefully before I’ve expired.
I’m starting to get tired. There’s a new
calendar in my future. I pray
there is a future in my new calendar!
I turn each page while I can.

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2017

Poetic Asides Prompt #403 – Useful item

** A Calendar



The rebellion continues.
The Warrior” stands petulant, defiant;
reliant to emerge from his self-imposed exile.
Rising from the ruins;
billows of smoke amidst the staccato drone of distant sirens.
He has the dubious distinction of surviving the conflagration
with nothing more than a minor scar from a metallic dart.
It all starts with the turn of a latch and an igniting of fuses.
All hell breaks loose in blooms of fire; the resound of incendiary explosions.
You march into the breech and beseech the gods for mercy.
But, it will only come when the end is near,
and you’ve only just begun!

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016

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