A Reflection Of Time - A Poetic Practice
As i state out of the Cafe with my finished cup the rain batters the road noon stop for the past three days the air is cooler and the nights call for another body to get warm with.
Left thinking on how i can move forward as i splash out a grand on a holiday brought out by my sons future birthday as he convinced me to go so i can spend time with his family.
Both happy and anxious of the dwindling cash balance in constantly using with no prospects of replacing my funds I've come to the conclusion there may be some static times ahead in the not too distant future where being frugal will be called into action.
But today is not tomorrow and tomorrow is always a day away this feeling keeps me on my toes since a simple slip will me a stumble and fall I'll not afford to just let life roll.
Investments in assets and time of learning are moving slow and patience is always tested on an impatient man who counts their time like pebbles on hand with finite supply dolled out precariously into some void where they know it's never coming back.
Constantly starting at numbers and figures to remind themselves to keep steady as their legs step forward and their hands grasp at anything and everything they can hold because tomorrow is never not one day old.
Or a kiss that's a hit or miss