Eating Yesterday's Scramble Eggs Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

It is...
For whatever the reasons why,
What you wish to exist...
Isn't.

And to spend again the wasting of time,
Trying to attempt with pretense...
That your mind is not of your design,
Is just another lie you hope comes to life...
To hide behind one more excuse denied.

It is...
For whatever the reasons why,
What you wish to exist...
Isn't.

'It's never too late.'

For what?
Eating yesterday's scramble eggs?
Or waiting for a tomorrow to watch chicks to hatch?