One more era of innocence passes freely,
Without a futile grasp at the clock;
No last hope of aging gracefully,
By not aging at all.
As one more year comes and goes,
We seem to all be standing still, watching as
Lives come, lives go.
Just like the memories of those that once were,
The last moment of sanity comes,
In the form of grief unbearable.
Remember, it doesn’t have to end,
The faces don't have to fade unbearably,
With eye contact one more fable.
Imagine one night, a second chance in what we lost,
The fire that never came,
But burnt us through just the same.
Imagine one more fallen dove,
Watch as the innocence flies towards the sun once again,
Watch the faces of strangers, saddened to the point of tear,
With the hope of something better for one another.
Remember all the final words that seemed so simplistic,
But were lost in the flow of time,
Never again to be carefully stumbled upon for week after week,
Desperately searching for the right ones,
Only to find all of the wrong ones.
What if we could relive the apathetic glories of retirement?
The end of a childhood pastime
That brought a nation together,
Only to later tear it apart.
Carefully follow the streets,
Watch the families preparing for Armageddon,
In the worst of times,
In the most ironic of times.
For how are we expected to live tomorrow,
If we die today?
What if subconscious reunions weren't the only way
To relive what's gone?
Our foggy memories replaced by solid matter to grasp.
Remember the ice, the cold, the disillusions that once were.
Can you remember praying for the warmth of the sixth month?
While not realizing how many lives would be sacrificed on the way.
Remember all the lives lost in the summer time,
And the unbearable emotions to leave it behind.
Never forget the broken friendships, the lost acquaintances,
A time of simplicity that reigned above life itself.
Alone in hotel rooms staring ahead ten years to come,
What do we see but life itself?
Now alone in a hotel room staring back ten years previous,
Desperately holding onto our youth the only way we know how.
One second passes, we pray for our lives;
One hundred thousand pass, where did the time go?
Thirty million pass, just kill us now.
What if we could relive it all even for one night?
What if somebody told you it never has to end,
Time could be endless, a parade of life.
Perhaps we’d say goodbye 2009,
Goodbye forever.
DannYetman
http://www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com/
