Tingling Poem by Christopher Brown

Capturing a fleeting glance

I wonder.

How did I come to be here?

I question,

“Why me? ”

We all think it.
The brave admit it.

“Where did I fail? ”

Sure

If you look at the now
there are many reasons.

If we go way back when
and talk about those times

Back then

All the right words were said.
All the right things were had.
All the right actions were done.

Still

I am here

With only a fleeting glance.

© Christopher F. Brown 2010