The Present has Passed
By Classic
My hand is on his shoulder.
I whisper in his ear-
Slowly - quietly -
A story of the past.
A little boy a little prey.
A big man a big predator
Both scared - adrenaline pumping through both.
The man is a loaded gun.
If you pull his trigger - too late.
The little boy a target.
The man confused – troubled
The kid scared - afraid
The gun is diffused.
The man kneels - asks forgiveness.
The target calms.
The kid rushes - comforts.
The man confused.
The child tells the man.
“The present has passed Father”
The child - takes
The gun away from the man.
So now I will tell you the same.
“The present has passed Father -
give me your gun.”
Author Notes: Hope you enjoy the poem
- Classic
For more features, such as favoriting, recommending, and reviewing, please go to the full version of this story.