A Perspective From The Margins (October 2019) Poem by DM W

There are those who wait and there are those who worry.
There are those who accept their place in the system.
And there are those who speed like sports cars towards death;
Via drugs or other wild, yet futile, pursuits.
There are some who sharpen the teeth of the tiger.
And some who indulge in animal ecstasies.
There are those who don't bare their souls to anyone.
They just partake in trivial conversations.
They drift through life like ghosts; not really
Feeling, or seeing, or hearing. Yet there are
Others among us who have not postponed their plans
And their dreaming. They are quiet, free spirits and
Are most content with the beauty of the moment.
They're keen to simply be; without reservations.