What was it
We had to face
Every day? Let me see—
For starters there was
The same old sun,
The moon,
The stars,
The bittersweet feel
Of coarse earth under bare feet.
The main course was grin and bear it
Of course, though it wasn’t
All that bad in the end,
And one thing more
Just for the record—
Insecure brats we may have been,
But we knew for sure
Tomorrow would always be
A brand-new day!
Dear God, have a heart—
How bare
this
Wretched sandlot looks;
Where are all those
Ragtag tatterdemalion holy
Terrors that once played
Their ragged hearts out?
Scroll down your answer—
I know you know, stop
Tearing me apart.
Flighty one, wait
Long enough to see
Your name in lights,
And you’ll miss
Every curtain call
Save the last
Dance for me,
Hack.
Leaf through these
Moth-eaten pages
At your leisure if you will;
Just make sure you
Leave no holes, no
Blanks and no
New leaf turning
Over one more over-worked
Turning point of no
Return after another,
You got that?
Good.
Never a light task
To put down
Whatever dark matter is
Grieving you—
Heavier even the thought
Of how to carry it out.
