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Just About NowThe tribe that had noFuture tense lived without plans,Took crops where they grew,Slew whatever chanced their way,And saw nothing in shadow.What was named one dayDisappeared the next, but theyNever knew, for eachDay was always the same, andNo one thought to keep records.Each birth was new, andEach death was without wonder;Fortune meant nothing.“Same old, same old,” they would say –They who thought just about now.[Disposable Tanka March 25, 2013]Dr. Mike
Just About Now
ReplyDeleteThe tribe that had no
Future tense lived without plans,
Took crops where they grew,
Slew whatever chanced their way,
And saw nothing in shadow.
What was named one day
Disappeared the next, but they
Never knew, for each
Day was always the same, and
No one thought to keep records.
Each birth was new, and
Each death was without wonder;
Fortune meant nothing.
“Same old, same old,” they would say –
They who thought just about now.
[Disposable Tanka March 25, 2013]
Dr. Mike