Poem #416

Quiet observer 
Living safely on the sidelines, 
taking in the experience from the screen 
There are no risks, no motions, 
no thinking.  
It’s a backseat way of living.  

And while you are in vicarious mode, 
the years sneak up on you and 
opportunities pass you by. 

When you put your foot over the line 
all what was supposed to be natural 
feel like a burden. 
Life doesn’t sweep you of your feet, 
it shoots you in the legs.

2 thoughts on “Poem #416

  1. Indeed, life is merciless.

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