Arlene Corwin Poetry

Plenty of Warning

Days provide the warning,

Time the mourning.

Do we see it?

Do we take it thoughtfully?

I do not think so. Pompous of me,

Maybe. I didn’t, until recently.

I learned about it in the sixties.

Heard more in the seventies.

Was busy in the eighties

Straightening my life out.

In the nineties, well, I can’t say what –

But now, I’m certain that

The warnings are for real:

Real near, I fear.

© Plenty Of Warning 5.2.2010 Our Times, Our Culture;   Arlene Corwin