{"id":109197,"date":"2022-06-25T12:36:44","date_gmt":"2022-06-25T16:36:44","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=109197"},"modified":"2022-06-25T12:52:23","modified_gmt":"2022-06-25T16:52:23","slug":"hour-4-39","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/hour-4-39\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 4 &#8211; Why save for tomorrow what you could get done today?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>2003: Sitting on laminate benches<br \/>\ntrading gushers for gummy bears<br \/>\nI declared, &#8220;I&#8217;m going to live<br \/>\nfor another one hundred years.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>You claimed one hundred and one;<br \/>\nYou always did need to be<br \/>\nbetter than me, but neither of us<br \/>\ncould picture life in 2103.<\/p>\n<p>2007: It\u2019s neither the sticks nor the stones<br \/>\nI fear, but words with teeth that tear<br \/>\nat who you thought you could be.<br \/>\nI started to doubt 2103.<\/p>\n<p>2013: I know the sound of shadows<br \/>\nas they whisper my name; the shape<br \/>\nof knives that glint beneath moonlight.<br \/>\nI tried not to think about 2103.<\/p>\n<p>2016: Memories claw at locked<br \/>\nhearts; the world grows darker<br \/>\nas you take your last breath.<br \/>\nI swore not to make it to 2103.<\/p>\n<p>2020: Sirens become my lullabies<br \/>\nas I memorize the smell of hospital<br \/>\nbeds. Everything breaks; every<em>one<\/em> too.<br \/>\nThere may never be a 2103.<\/p>\n<p>2022: The dry earth cracks as the forest<br \/>\nburns, but the bluebird still sings<br \/>\nand in its croon I hear the call<br \/>\nof a tomorrow drawing ever near.<\/p>\n<p>Perhaps a hundred years isn\u2019t so great.<br \/>\nPerhaps all that matters is how you use today.<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019m tired of waiting for 2103.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>2003: Sitting on laminate benches trading gushers for gummy bears I declared, &#8220;I&#8217;m going to live for another one hundred years.&#8221; You claimed one hundred and one; You always did need to be better than me, but neither of us could picture life in 2103&#8230;.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4030,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-109197","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/109197","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4030"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=109197"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/109197\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":109868,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/109197\/revisions\/109868"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=109197"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=109197"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=109197"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}