poetry

Catapult Platitudes

©2017 E. R. Smith

No time like the present was said to me

Ok you mean now, you mean..?

Time waits for no man was said to me

So I’m late you mean?

Seize the time was yelled at me

Held my lil ears, “Don’t know what you mean?”

These are dangerous times, was whispered

Perked up, “Hope I don’t get injured?”

Hard to talk about time to a child

Young minds catapult meaning so wild

Lose those platitudes remember their style

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