No Matter What The Temperature
Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar
Whatever time you wish it to be...
It never seems the right time for that time!
Since 'that' time wished and wanted,
Has long been gone.
Without a moment of it,
Whatever dream you missed,
Reminisced hoping it makes a reappearance...
On a dream list picked.
From a memory lifted.
You will never be pleased,
Having both doubts AND memories.
The time now that is lived,
Has to be lived in the moment it is given.
Sitting in a rut to give up hope,
In smothered despair...
Delivers just that.
Living in torment transmitted,
That sucks breath from life...
No matter what the temperature of it is!