I
The funny thing about hate is who you hate doesn't
feel it, when you finally realize that, what's next
What do you do with that wasted hate, it is
wasted on them, but consuming you, so what's next
She looked at me as if I had two heads, one of which
she knew, the other had no place in her world, what's next
The story told that won the day will likely play
out in ways perhaps that they didn't want, so what's next
Instead of using the gas powered blower, just rake the
leaves into a corner, where the wind will take over, what's next
We were about to change bedside places, watching
over Dad, when he stopped breathing, so what's next
II
Such beauty in these past prime black-eyed Susans,
they are very ready to give all for what's next
The joy of running carried me many years, I am forced
to walk now, I find joy in slowly moving to what's next
The sounds of life can jar us from what we are busy about,
a wailing siren breaks through, pausing us, from what's next
A touch can be so subtle, intimate, stirring, life giving;
moving through time without touch avoids what's next
Busy beavers chewed a double tree bringing it down
near the glistening shoreline where it rests for what's next
A better story needs to get developed to win
back the day before there is nothing left for what's next
So Sherlock, are you working on the story that will touch
those who need to take action to prepare for what's next
"The funny thing about hate" comes from a line by In-Q, in his poem "Father Time"
