that day

soundgrunger

the day
the day
that day
today.
things to get done and bills to pay.
but how much of it is just greed?
and how much of it human need?
survival, i'll figure it out my way
amongst things i hear and things i say.
in a moment of insight, living for today;
i'll figure it out my way some way, some day,
today?

the words sound nice, the theories fit,
but a real life is what we live.
a time to take and a time to give--
pass on the message, more love to give.
but i swallow in my gut a pit,
i hear empty laughter as i sit,
and i think i think i think i bit

the bait.
i'm late,
you're late,
we're late,
too late.

and i'm gone
today.
the day
the day
that day
today.

Manofthe

Pretty good

Righteous Jammer

I like the way your poem flowed....nice poem

pearlmutt

I can't drive 55 -- or ten for that matter.

ISN said something about pain relievers somewhere --

so pain relievers, while awake, poetry.

Nikki Giovanni's That Day is a lot like this That Day

the funky rhyme

the subject of the poem is totally different though. She rhymes itch with witch, which makes me smile; she could have rhymed it with bitch, but you know, she didn't. Thanks poet.

olderman

i dig it.. i can relate.. in my own way, i can relate to your poem..

thank you.