. .  Jr .. , ‘ , .3, fl” MWCM Next, Please ‘9503 , ‘PM o Philip Larkin Always too eager for the future, we Pick up bad habits of expectancy. Something is always approaching; every day Till then we say, Watching from a bluff the tiny, clear, Sparkling armada of promises draw near. How slow they are! And how much time they waste. Refusing to make haste! Yet still they leave us holding wretched stalks Of disappomtment for though nothing balks EaCh big approach leaning with brasswork prinked ' Each rope distinct x a Flagged, and the figurehead with golden tits ._ Arching ourway, it never anchors its No sooner present than it turns to past. Flight to the last we think each she will heave to and unload All good into our lives all We are owed " " Forwartrng so devoutly and So long; But we are wrong.., 15 4;; . i Only one ship is seeking usr‘a black-‘- Sailsd unfamiliar,'tawihg at her back A huge and birdiess silence. .1, [5’ , l https://inspirational.ly

[Image] This poem was part of a class handout I received years ago. Found it so motivating that I colored and framed it. Want something? Pursue it, because the only thing pursuing you is death.