My Plan B poem for the poetry month event. It wasn’t necessarily meant to be the poem dealing with the passage of time. But then, as the words flowed, it’s exactly about that isn’t it?
When It's Gone by Michael Romani Off to school And taught to concentrate Learn the rules That serve to exacerbate Fitting in Learning to conform Seldom then Slipping out of uniform Leave behind Those childish ways Filled in mind So the teachers say Snowfall On the wood He doesn't recall What he understood Life leads to love That is shiny and new But God above Can't stop life or war for you So far away As the war drags on Birthdays pass and still you stay Until it seems home is gone Reunited at last The stuff of dreams So much time has past His daughter bigger than she seems Busy days filled With meaningless details More driven than thrilled Gone off the rails Costs to be cut Take away meaning Nothing comes from nothing...but Life kills the dreaming Chin up and all of that Life goes on And that's a fact ...Until it's gone (c) April 3, 2019 Michael Romani All Rights Reserved
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