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A Poem by Thomas B. Buckman



 Today is a mystery,
Tomorrow is a farce...
Yesterday was frightening...
but don't go too far.

I know things got rough
and you barely got through
but all you can think
is that everyone owes you

You are given nothing
If you expect it all
Don't expect him to catch you
if you throw yourself down and fall.

This is not a warning
This is simply a promise
The full moon is waning
there is no more harvest

there was nothing to reap
for you did not sow
the boat you bought 
would not creep
for it would not row

Tonight is the night
the end of your games
To you, it will be a fright
I have all your names.


© 2009 Thomas B. Buckman

Author's Note

Thomas B. Buckman
I don't get it either.

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You know, this — the way it begins in particular — almost sounds like a sardonic rebuttal of that trite twelve-step encouragement, "Yesterday's the past, tomorrow's the future, but today is a gift. That's why it's called the present." Which reeks of such bullshit when uttered by mouths that bemoan their fates regularly to the liturgy of "Thank you for sharing."

Posted 8 Years Ago

Sometimes the one's we don't get are the ones that make the most sense..
Your rhyme is very good and it makes a great deal of sense..
Nicely done!!

Posted 8 Years Ago

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Added on December 2, 2009
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Thomas B. Buckman
Thomas B. Buckman

Osage Beach, MO

My name is Thomas Buckman. I was a twenty year old unemployed poet... Now I'm a 21 year old member of the United States Army. "My role in society, or any artist's or poet's role, is to try and .. more..

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A Poem by Thomas B. Buckman