It’s been over a month since I wrote my last poem and that was a recap of our trip to Key West (See Post #1960). I haven’t spoken from the creative heart for some time (See #1934) and that was not of a rhyming nature. Today, I wrote two in an attempt to play catch-up from my goal of one a month. The first will be #258 on this blog under the category of poetry, and it is not to be interpreted as suicidal. In fact, I’m not really convinced their is a heaven, let alone a gate. This is called poetic license. 

“Let’s Get This Over With” is a phrase I too often use jokingly with a mutual friend to show my general impatience or discomfort in an unfamiliar setting. I’m definitely not one to smell the roses and consequently miss the beauty of life. Every year on my resolutions, I promise myself to see the beauty in life, but I sadly live too much in a hurry. 

The End

Let’s get this over,
Is my first thought.
I’m not sure when,
This notion was taught,

There must be a flaw
In my D-N-A.
That makes me rush,
My life away.

I prefer to look back,
Rarely forward.
To fill all the blanks,
On the scoreboard.

I have no patience,
Can’t wait till the end.
I need to see,
Around every bend.

If life was a book,
I’d read ahead.
I’d scan the last page,
To see what was said.

If instead a movie,
I’d cut to the quick.
Skip to the good parts,
And finish the flick.

Forget slow motion,
It takes too long.
Push fast forward.
And speed life along.

I can’t wait to start,
Now, where’s the conclusion?
Showing restraint,
For me, an Illusion.

I eat just as fast,
Always in a rush.
Never a trickle,
Give me a gush.

I like a short-cut,
To the Checkered flag.
To wait for Christmas,
Was always a drag.

No time to smell roses,
Or savor the flavor.
Get to the punch line,
Do me a favor.

Save all the details,
For someone who cares.
Don’t try to embellish,
Or attempt to split hairs.

I’m in a hurry,
Life is too short.
Give me the answers,
Not a boring report.

All that I want,
Is the FINALE.
Let’s get to the end,
No need to dally.

Get it over with,
I just can’t wait.
Show me what’s next,
At Heaven’s Gate.

Copyright 2022 johnstonwrites.com