Wasted Day

I have waited a lifetime for today.
Now that it is here, I ignore it.
Like I do the sitting man
holding a dog or his flute.

Perhaps I should gift
him money, or better
still, the wealth of my time.

What a lovely poem Darren, I really like this one.
Magi
xxx

Oh, so complex and so compact! The fact 'you' aren't certain what the man is holding so you haven't given him your full attention-- and is he someone you've been waiting for (yes, can't help seeing the Metaphysical poets here -- dog is faithfulness, also self-will sublimated, turned into a follower, and the pipe/flute is Pan, lord of nature and sponsor of pandemonium and liberties -- man sublimated by his beliefs, a man liberated by them) and the fact that you wait for today: yes, but that could be said of every day -- but each, in its turn, has been dismissed, forgotten, you have subsequently forgotten what each one has held. And then to offer the man money or time: which would they chose? The easiest option is money -- the common presumption is money, but maybe they need someone bothering to spend time with them as a fellow human -- compassion or empathy? Thought provoking indeed.