A new poem I wrote a couple of days ago…
the old, the new
–april 7, 2019–
by Luis S. González-Acevedo
seconds turn to minutes, then hours
without rest, all clocks inevitably run.
days fade to months because time is never ours,
and it’s far from fun
when sand spills through life’s hourglass.
new books read like those i’ve read before
new pages die in winter much like summer’s grass.
new songs sound like those already heard
their demise takes on the flight of a flustered bird
in hope that old turns new once more.
is it this?
is this it?
might it be that?
might that be it?
delightful is day’s end
when lights must flicker out,
consciousness grows dark,
souls give up their sparks,
and those who love must do without.
the moment comes for all, for me, and you,
when what was unpredictable is predictable,
what once surprised becomes expected,
what could be everlasting turns perishable,
and the only cure for this untimely state lamented
is a timely final breath accepted.
–the old, the new will appear in a future book of poems and stories (release date | July 2020)–