TUMBLEWEED

Oh, my big, bushy, round overweight-looking friend,
You who were once green and young,
Now you have the look of maturity...
Even old-age, and are brown and dead-looking.
Why, look at you---rolling...rolling...rolling,
More active than you've ever been.

Where do you think you are going?
Your life-work: producing seeds...
Is over.
Now you think you must finally, break loose...
and travel.

Your life is behind you.
Look at you: pieces are
Breaking off your Brittle Body!

You are like a ship at sea
Driven across the prairie
By the wind!

On a dark, gloomy, windy day
You look like a Speeding Monster!
Rolling along...like that,
You scare Little Kids.

Alas, when you were young and green
You ached to Roam...but couldn't;
You were tied down.

Now, don't you know: you Are Headed
Straight toward some Obstacle!
Trust me: Life Is Like That.
It may be a barbed-wire fence---
You'll end up getting burned.

Or run over and crushed by
A One-Way Plow!
Or on the highway, speeding in the wind.
Pulverized by a big Eighteen Wheeler.

At least your Worries and Travel
Will All Be Over....

That is Your Destiny.

------poem by Mil
6/5/12

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