Future

Day 11 :



                              FUTURE


Today I was told to write my future

Now that I am way past the overture

More in time to enjoy a brava

Remnants of a tasty baklava

Only syrup and crumbs left near the end

Major movements have passed the last bend

I hope this life does not sound to morbid

Nor was my time here mostly sordid

I don't make charts or plan at three score

But take each day as it comes , fret no more



                                     © Lalarukh Lasharie