Progress

The right to cry out and wait a whole century.
The embers, the lone piano, the oil lamps
damaged by a dream.
The ambition in the spine.
Who will insist on tapping the window to show
how easy it is to delay the next hundred years? …
(excerpt) Poem Title .. ‘Adult’
(author) Ray Gonzalez

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