Wicked Witch of Time
Once upon a time
Present became past
Engaging in your rhyme
You forgot, it wouldn’t last
You abruptly awoke
From an afternoon slumber
Equivalent abode
Different postal number
You couldn’t hear the sizzle
Of a simmering, dinner pot
Nor was there a whistle
To say the tea was hot
Mother wasn’t dancing
She wasn’t there at all
The silence was baffling
As you stumbled down the hall
Your lightbulb had been changed
As you knew it would, some day
But the timing felt so strange
Recalling so much gray
At the drop of a hat, just like that
Your story was Chrystal clear
You worried over tit for tat
Though, time, you should have feared
Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2018
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