Fresh Crop

poem by: Epolfi Ticance
Written on Jan 08, 2020

time has flown by

I remember when I was the fresh crop

oh how i felt that i had the world on the palm of my hands

i mean, I had all the time in the world

Now, I see the new fresh crop before me

I see the potential, the unlimited possibilities that stand before them

they are the now, and I am yesterday news

do i regret my decisions?  no

regret only dulls future decisions

but life is always full of reminders

 

Tags: Metaphor, Deep,

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Frank Hornby . commented on Jan 08, 2020 at 6:06pm
I like this poem....I'm an "old crop".... waiting to be harvested....(but not just yet)...✌🏻

 

 

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