Fading Into Numbers Poem by Theresa Ann Moore
Fading Into Numbers
Yesterday’s news
Is a blur to me
Because you see
I did not read…
I was too busy
Too busy with my own
Dilemmas to speculate
Too busy to contemplate
All the events of late…
Fretful of fate
Avoiding backward glances
Afraid of succumbing
To the gloom that is coming
Reeling with speed…running
Leery of promises from the cunning
Days unload fading numbers
Words have dried into dreary doubt
The news turns and twists about
Trusting people now angrily shout
Speculators wearily sink and pout
Today it is clear
That the future is taking a turn
No longer on a climb…what is learned?
Spending more than what is earned
Leads to a crash and burn…
10/18/08
gir, you ain't the only one barely hanging by the yarn there are more to come hoping i could still buy ham if not back to peanut butter and sloosh of cold tap water nail biting. thanks md. i give a 100
Interesting thoughts about the future. I believe all things will level out eventually and the sun will shine on a tomorrow. We gotta hang in there! A '10! ' Theresa. Warm Wishes, Marilyn
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4/25/2024 10:30:58 PM # 1.0.0.1119
My sentiments exactly. Although we must keep up hope for the future. A very well written piece. Thanks for the read.10/10 Regards Dave T