Today’s poem is written for the second Two for Tuesday this month.
Better Now, or Worse Now
What’s better now is that things are clear
What’s worse is they remain the same.
Can we envision progress anywhere near,
And can we find solution in ourselves?
I feel better now it’s over
And yet it’s worse now for the open end.
Shall we go on to stage another play,
Or shall we just disband the cast and tear down the circus tent?
© 2024, soulmary