that ripe time when it all was still
waiting for harvest
did i wait too long
and wander through the orchard of life
always waiting to find that perfect fruit
that would feed a hunger
which would finally consume me
that i would have known
that hunger and time eat each other
and if you wait too long
then there is nothing left
but hunger for summers past.
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Author:
Jon Nakapalau (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just thinking about life this beautiful afternoon.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Nice thoughts about the past
Waiting for time but then hunger ate it lol
Thank you so much!
Looking for perfection will fail, but if you accept hat you have in life all will be well.
Andy
It is funny Andy - I wrote this about a time when I looked for perfection in myself in my twenties: due to the 'standards' I set I let someone very special get away from me - thank you for your astute comment.
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