The Future| AN ORIGINAL POEM

The future does not come
To you like the balls of doughnuts in a showglass
Nor does it come
To you like the brilliant colours of the rainbow
The future does not come
To you like the replay of a football match
The future comes to you pregnant
Like the devil’s parcel
You have no control over it.

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