GATHER WISDOM FROM THE PRESENT
In the crossing over the bridge of time
from the first heartbeat to the last;
few are they who honestly ask why.
Men, cry, sigh, die,
the sadly typical unquestioning
Few are they who have become comfortable knowing
that the seed planted was their own soul
in soil not dirt sown but planted still
for no other reason than to be grown.
We look for wisdom in plantings long gone,
parse the spent and eaten fruits from yesteryear
to fit a need where the past has no room to hear.
Question ever rise anew for today’s man to bear.
Wrapped entirely in problems present,
few afford a luxury allowing them to ask, to care
choose wisely from the fresh boughs in this day
them who grew among you,
them who saw what you did not
plaguing this day. then the answers fit
the questions risen anew on this bridge’s bit,
this moment on the bridge of time.
© M Durfee