AT WIT’S END
Stretching like an elastic band
I am torn between two worlds
My future at one end
My haunted past at the other
With all my strength I hold
Onto yesterday and at the same time
I reach for that tomorrow
Today is but a blur on my mind
As I am stretched ever thinner
With my present remaining in limbo
How thin can I be stretched
Without breaking past from future?
My present is so wretched
As I fight to pull the ends together.
For there are no sutures
That can tie yesterday to tomorrow
Without my todays.
Larry Chartrand
04/10/1990
Larry Chartrand 