Carpe Diem

Self-doubt has kept me at a snail’s pace
And the summer heat croons sleep
Yet these legs have walked miles to and fro;
One day I will not be able to run
And all wishing will be in vain
Berating myself, I think
What stays my hand today
When the world, still unfurled
Blooms ripe for picking?


Author: redgladiola

Creative writer happily predisposed to flights of fancy. You can find my poetry and short prose at

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