We do not sing of today
with the pride of those
who sang before.
Negligent in our duty,
we overlook promises
we used to understand.
We don’t have to look,
we can feel the damage
as it continually occurs.
Who will sing tomorrow
without concern, or
understanding, of pride?
© 2019 j.g. lewis
Patience is
the waitress who dutifully
serves your lunch, the mechanic
who raises an eyebrow at your
simple request shrouded
in ignorance, disbelief, and fear
of the expense,
a child waiting for praise when
they have done just enough; or
all of the above.
Patience must be lived,
not learned.
© 2023 j.g. lewis
Summer’s foreboding sky.
I am unavoidably conscious
of the taste of rain.
A hint of humidity seasons
the atmosphere.
Just like yesterday.
I have lost my appetite.
© 2022 j.g. lewis
The truth is not obvious.
It gets confusing.
We walk the line between
knowing and not.
Often what you see
is not always the truth.
Our reality is blurred
between that which we
want to believe and that
which we know.
What is your truth?
© 2018 j.g. lewis
