Dave SmithWhite

Rookie - 177 Points (270552 / Sydney)

The Future Remembered - Poem by Dave SmithWhite

When I say, I remember the future,
As a play of imaginary cast;
I'll tailor and dress it to suit ya,
With the latest full cloth from the past.
When I say, it would give you some pleasure,
In this artless display of my heart;
I'll lay out the map to it's treasure,
And plot, my decline, on the chart.

When I say, I'll remember the present,
As a gift wrapped up as a task;
Do you think I've the soul of a peasant,
To grovel as low as you ask?
When I say, I remember the future,
It's in case it don't come to pass;
The poisons that rupture the suture,
Held together, by hope, in a glass.

There's talk of the fugitive future,
That we stalk like a snake in the grass.
Or walk with belief in a culture,
That many would see as a farce.
This talk, by reason, is flimsy,
All fluster and bluster aghast;
What cork can bottle up whimsy,
Till pressures, and fissures, and blast?

When I say, I remember the future,
It's a conceit that unveils the mask;
The fear that someone will shoot ya,
To make their name as true morons and bask,
In whatever reflected glory,
A murder engenders or sparks;
While the press will render the story,
Like the shills, they are, to the marks.

When I say, I remember the future,
Not in time, but more by it's arc;
To predict it's temper to root ya,
To a spot that's not dismal nor dark.
When I say, I remember the future,
My colors are nailed to the mast;
For the embers of truth must be nurtured,
Held close, at the breast, to the last.

Listen to this poem:

Comments about The Future Remembered by Dave SmithWhite

There is no comment submitted by members..

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, July 18, 2013

[Hata Bildir]