Are We There Yet? - Poem by Edward Iacona
Feeling again that you've found "the one"
It is difficult to try and assert
That you or yours can love and trust
As if you've never been hurt.
There may be a tall wall made of fears.
And all the symptoms of Excuse-itis,
Mixed in with memories which may have
More pains than osteoarthritis.
So, when those special feelings rise again
And you're scared and in search for doubt
Here's a mathematical metaphor that
Might help you to sort things out.
It's a very simple theory
That's not too hard to follow
Although I know the end result
May be a little hard to swallow.
Suppose you want to travel,
From a point A to a point B.
This can be any given length,
Or, perhaps even emotionally.
Now, begin your journey,
And then stop in the middle
Then start and stop halfway again.
Keep repeating the key to this riddle.
Start and stop at every half point
And, no matter how long you strive
Because of the constant division;
To your goal you will never arrive.
Now it's time for your crucial test
To mentally measure the joy life brings.
Think of all the new smiles there are now
In those old romantic and cliché things.
You see, in our imperfect world
Too many decimal places are just fluff.
Don't believe you're THERE and in love?
Well, then you're darn well close enough.
Comments about Are We There Yet? by Edward Iacona
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
A Dream Within A Dream
Edgar Allan Poe