poetry by j matthew waters

supersonic speeding tickets

from beginning to end
all we do is practice
no matter rhyme or reason
or particular purpose to carry on
whether on road leading to
bandstand on country hill
better yet at wembley stadium
or carnegie hall

there are no free rides
no assurances along the way
but there are tickets to collect
at nearly every turn
easily transferable to friends
and family and strangers
or whosoever believes
long before you ever do

february two thousand eighteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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