today

i am not posting a poem

i need to revise, myself

today, eliminating

much i wrote in the past

i chose wrong words, theme

and faulty rhyme, forcing

in too many alliterations

strengthening suppositions

seldom i let go, but with care

and un-forgetfulness, hoarding

my hurts, instead walking away

from the folly of yesterday

  

henry victor         17.01.2019

i build my today

divorcing the lunatic asylum

of yesterday that gave my roof

bed, food, and park to roam

around as my best comfort

i build my today in the thin air

on nothing, hoping my heart

will soar into tomorrow, better

than my many yesteryear

in the name of good human

husbanding, fathering, later

in a grandiose lunacy of owning

my name i helplessly stole earlier

henry victor          17.01.2019