Listen
It's time to let it go
life passed by a long
time ago. It went by
so slow.
I want to stay, you're not
listening to a word I say.
HEY! HEY! it's Sunday.
It's this way at noon
again. I need this and I
need that; the smallest
voice screams at me:
It's enough! Look at you,
with your toys and baubles.
Where are you going with
that? Oh; now it's a hat
with bells ringing: cling,
clang, clat.
The cars are rolling. I need
change. Taking corners,
following jumping waves,
bye, bye. Sitting, smelling,
what's a nose for?
I can tell you know anyway; it's
time to leave before moontime
comes. I pray for hours before
the sun using sculptered sand;
the sun stays away rolling tides
of cars spanning the bridge till
I go astray.
Copyright © Gisele Vincent-Page | Year Posted 2011
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