Tom Bell Poet Dramatic Monologue

What's Up?

My sandbox is dirty
My hourglass takes 
an hour and a half
And everyone seems
to be writting,
My epitaph
The mountains much taller
Than just a year ago,
And for some strange reason,
I understand only a fraction
Of what I once used to know
And the children running
All the major companies
Anxious to reduce
My social service 
Can't see the forest
for the trees

Once I was young
And eager to advance
And all I can say,
I had my chance
Now I'm relegated
to the back room,
Put on a dusty shelf
Told I have to learn,
To take care of myself

What's up?
When did it change so?
Where are those things,
I used to know?

So I sit quietly here,
I don't make a sound,
I don't move a muscle,
Especially if someone
is around.
I'll just fade to black
To time's ebony crevasse
And await my ultimate fate
To come to me at last.

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