The Poetry of
Jack Scott

Middle Age

Beginning was the hardest part,
building immunity to the disease.
Was that the curtain’s opening
or did I peek before?
Thank god that’s over
yet the sense of ending now is premature.
Could I begin it over
how would I change the play?
Now that Act I ‘s done
what scene would I alter?
Which action would I stay?
What’s passed can’t be recalled;
time gone by is ended
and time to be’s unknown.
More lessons on the blackboard
that do not reach the mind.


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