This poem is a classic ‘rules based’ rhyming (most of the time) musing I wrote yesterday while waiting for a train. It sort of references ‘overnight success’ (or what I imagine that to be, having not yet had the pleasure of that yet); and, the way that my mind can turn sunshine into impending doom in a flash. So here goes:
Journeys All stops Express Failure Success Decision Regret Consequences and resets Choices Hidden ideas Steer Options Repercussions Discussion Adulation Condemnation Commiseration Short celebration All stops Express Failure or success.
Angele Toomey Poetry 