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William Stofer Poem
Time and Tides
by
W.A.STOFER
We are the Carnies in the world circus, always being asked to improve our act, “Can you change your routine a little?” asks the Ringmaster. “Can you give the audience more of a death defying skit?” so we wholeheartedly agree, and prostitute ourselves to keep the show going. Time is spent day after day until it is now in the past. We reflect on the experiences with ever fading memories. “That was a great time back then!” we say aloud to justify our place in the world. We Know we could have done more, but ran around dancing to the paymasters tune on his broken flute, crying a little inside everyday as we can no longer see our true selves in the mirror. Wind, rain and cold, now pursuers us with a vengeance. We where impervious to this in our youth. Aches and pains plague us as if we owed a debt.
Time ticks by in our denial, “One more day is all I need!” we shout from the darkened room. The show is winding down and we grasp the things we hold dear. We accept the empty hour glass for what it represents, and slouch more and more never looking up to the stars like we used too. History is our sales pitch for the future is for foolish dreamers, experience and errors are our stock in trade. Life is not finite, it does not end it only changes. We move to the next place battle scared and wounded, heavy as the cold dark night with fading emotions. We once used passion as a sword and denial as a shield. We held our herald high, propped up by ego! Rejoice for the great battle we fought against time, but now we seek a post war rest. We all will be someones fading memory as the tides change but it does not matter for you had been there once upon a time, long long ago. A hero in your own space and time!
The End
Copyright © William Stofer | Year Posted 2016
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