Poetry

The Little Things

By: Alan Berger

You don’t have to look up
I have the proof
It may be a thought, a bit too abrupt
But we all are sleeping under the same roof

And yet

I am getting so used to making the same mistakes
I can’t do the math on the give and takes
Tomorrow will be another yesterday
Be it far form me to get in its way

The little things
Don’t bother me anymore
The bigger things
Now have the floor
The world I have entered
The bed I have made
Are surely and sorely the results of my own finely tuned escapades

The grass that I cut
Is on my own lawn
The things that I cherish
Will never be pawned

I am getting so used to making the same mistakes
I can’t do the math on the give and takes
Tomorrow will be another yesterday
Be it far for me to get in its way

It seems like a million suns
The last time I went anywhere with anyone
A million moons
The last time I anxiously with purpose got anywhere too soon
And
Why is it so hard?
To see the elephant in my own room

And just when you think
You’re at the bottom of the ladder
Just hang on a bit more
There is a lower wrung brother

We are getting so used to making the same mistakes
We can’t do the math on the give and takes
Tomorrow will be another yesterday
Be it far from us to get in its way

But like it or not
I’m going to have a great day

Categories: Poetry

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