Didn’t Bowie set it out for us well? Time may and does change us. But, we cannot change time. Why do realize that when we are young. Then so many of us lose sight of this as we grow older and want to hold on to yesterday as if it was ours to hold. One of the joys that I have as I watch my little girls become the young ladies that they are is in hearing their reasoning even on areas that I disagree with them on. I think this world will be left to very capable hands and hearts. I am so very proud of both of them. And yet, I write a poem like this. lol No one said that I’m not contradictory at times, right?
Waking Up Alone by Michael Doyle Youngsters don't tend to live in the past Living fully aware that many things don't last They're never afraid to listen despite their fears The Rubicon may have been crossed but we're still here Time makes time until marked time is gone And still, tomorrow comes moving forward and on Life brings its hints of stark mockery But, we've always known the humor of history Apocalyptic warnings of too many hard rains Have drowned out the approach of the slow trains Moving us past the point of known no return As an accordion sighs and life's blossoms burn Yesterday, today and tomorrow will die too Doing as they do and all things eventually do Fatalism hangs in the air as a sneering question That bleeds into all life withstanding its hesitation As we each see the highs and experience the lows Dreaming of things we're fear to really know Wondering how it feels to know we're on our own Feeling beyond the terrible terror of waking up alone (c) June 21, 2020 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved