Mr. Future’s Greeting
Future is a particularly arrogant sort.
Why so much effort to conceal from us?
Most likely the reason has to do with
Sympathy or cruelty.
Is it true that most of us are destined to fear it/him?
After all
We’ve never been properly introduced,
Even though we are neighbors,
Eyeing each other every day,
Even occasionally running into each other.
You know,
Just standing there,
Embarrassed and awkward,
As we pretend to be drawn away
By some children skipping down the sidewalk to school.
Or…
It might be a sparrow fending off a pigeon
As they both vie for the pizza crust under a hearse
Overloaded with flowers,
Parked in front of an old gray stone church.
Yeah…
On that kind of day,
Mr. Future is being coy with his captious exposure.
Couldn’t he at least wave
Or give us the finger?
A flash fiction exploration into why some of us worry about the future. Others shrug with a C’est la vie and pop another brewski.
You won't see me anticipating a brand-new hearse, lavish coffin, and regal burial place that money can buy and few will visit. Less and less in the coming years ahead. But what of one's legacy? Is there enough to keep memory alive? I think so. And can rest in peace when that time comes whether it be sooner or later.
Ron