Thursday, November 28, 2013

POEM: Shock-free Reality

I am remembering a time when 35 was old.
No one ever became seriously ill,
And the aging seemed to simply fall asleep and never again wake from their dreams.
I am remembering a time when a child would stay in a child’s place
And stay out of grown folks conversations.
Children would be seen and not heard
Or go outside and play.
Now an adult, I face harsh realities,
Realizing that I was busy, being distracted;
Way too distracted by fairytales, fables, and myths to notice
That life itself was always surreal.

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