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Travesties of Time
by Alisa Jsthe train read, December
yet, here it was,
March.
she looked around, frantic
to see if others saw,
or was this just her beating heart
petrified,
again?
the time it takes to know the way
teases.
we think we have eternity
and dance along without a song
or prayer,
how many know this tune?
and yet we cry with baited lips
struggling for that which we don't deserve
without a plan in place
or some degree of evidence,
how can we really expect happiness
with nothing more than empty itches
for dreams?
she turned back with weary eyes
to look again to see,
did that train really read winter
when spring was where she believed?
reaching inside her bag
she felt for a mirror just to be sure,
and when she raised it to her eyes,
she screamed!
who was this gray haired lady
staring?
she could have sworn she was still sixteen...
03/11/2009 Posted on 03/11/2009
Copyright © 2025 Alisa Js
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/12/09 at 12:22 AM Great story. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 03/12/09 at 12:26 PM Isn't it amazing how we get from spring to winter so quickly? And many have never really experienced the summer and the fall in their entirety. Really nicely done m'lady. |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 03/12/09 at 01:09 PM Time passes much too quickly as we grow older. I have trouble believing that I have grown kids with chi;ldren. I don't feel any older thsn when I met my husband at age 15, but then I look in the mirror and see a middle aged woman and wonder where the time went. Good read. Excellent write |
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