Coping with the loss of Preadolescence
I wish I had something better to write
I wish I’d mold the perfect gold for you to hold
And hug so tight
Wish I could go back to the days when we were both young
Hold the hands of my parents and the house that I was from
Prick a wall and take some bricks
Stick it all into my lips and kiss my hands and
Make this poem from those homey fingertips
So when you’re lonely and you’re sick
And life is full of pointy sticks
Only read it for a lick
And miss, you’d be so full of bliss
But I’m too human, life’s a hiss
See-saw ‘tween which one’s more sick
But tock and tick, my clocks and bricks
Disintegrate into the mist
Oceans of what I had missed
Lists I’ve sailed, men I’ve dismissed
Teeter totter, but I’m too old
From cruising gold to grasping mold
But time is truth and truth is power
True, our youth is dying every hour
But truth can help us live the future
And tears of cries wet dying flowers
I couldn’t mold the perfect gold
I couldn’t write a perfect sight
But if time can light this blighted world
It brings to sight great stories untold
Without any gems or perfect gold
The world remains so beautiful
All and all
From spring to fall
And spring to fall
Forever on
Copyright © Luna Schwartz | Year Posted 2025
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