State The Day Poem by Sean Green

To be known has a price
a due given to past works
glittered trinkets that exclaim
where the future may yet lay

these become foundation's curse
basis given to later worth
even though a fuller breadth
is still there with relevance

expectations become contrite
sorrow given to circumstance
when the outcome does not match
the vision fixed upon the prize

while a range of interests beg
something else to the front
for some time in the stead
of fame's need to state the day.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.20190915.