You look so good for now.
That fair and handsome head.
Your skin is polished fine
The envy of so many girls.
That praise you
You wave your lovely hands languidly
I’m thinking about you thirty years from now
When your skin’s twilight draws on with the diet you afford
When your pockets flaccidly embrace your beautiful hands
That refused to work.
Look with me
To that time and place.
Can you see the jobs you never had?
The businesses you never owned?
The positions in preferred companies
With lions waiting at the interviews -
Great big lions-waiting to eat you up?
You called in sick for countless interviews
Success was too close!
You don’t like to look up and see your friends from back-in a-day
Because they look too good
But you don’t like to look down
At your frayed trousers.
You comfort yourself.
Often you are heard to opine
That those doing well are crooked- somewhere, right?
Over the years,
Everybody misunderstood you, didn’t they dear?
And harassed you to do something.
All you wanted was a bit of peace and quiet.
It was a breach of your human right, was it not?
The way self-righteous mankind
Left pregnant pauses at every junction of your life -
Pointedly glancing at you
Always hinting at and expecting you to
Or do something more.
What more should you have done?
Did you invade their lives and harass them to achieve?
All of them -
That is tomorrow
Shake it off. Walk back to today.
Everything looks good and
Duty belongs to others.
Thanks topuuikibeach's photostream
for the shoes photo.