reflections on thursday
Posted: March 18th, 2011, 6:41 am
gone
the clear bulletproof bubble
the sterile sphere
youthful fancy,
each year now
hardened alloy steel
honed by eyes
that see beyond
the sidewalk
in front of me, gone
the boyish games and toys
of exuberance
played out, padlocked
away in an aging chest
back in the corner, inside
a dusty closet of memory,
no, what is still here
out in the open room
is not the silly notions
of how simple it would be,
left here........ is only
the resigned acceptance
easy or not,
someone has to do it
the clear bulletproof bubble
the sterile sphere
youthful fancy,
each year now
hardened alloy steel
honed by eyes
that see beyond
the sidewalk
in front of me, gone
the boyish games and toys
of exuberance
played out, padlocked
away in an aging chest
back in the corner, inside
a dusty closet of memory,
no, what is still here
out in the open room
is not the silly notions
of how simple it would be,
left here........ is only
the resigned acceptance
easy or not,
someone has to do it