Passages
How some people move through life and find maturity and reason.
When I was young
I played among the brightest stars
And caught fleeing, passing light beams;
I danced all night, swung from chandeliers.
Bright lights bathed me with their allure
To assure me that all was well,
Until, at last, the final bell,
The pumpkin warned me, " It is late!"
The chariot came, the Prince alit
With promises, cash, and a house.
Dizzying rounds of dance and song,
Romance--that slippery love,
Our last chance on the carousel;
It slowed, and winding down it stopped.
Lost and adrift, searching for light,
Wisdom was found, a friend for thought,
When I am old.
I played among the brightest stars
And caught fleeing, passing light beams;
I danced all night, swung from chandeliers.
Bright lights bathed me with their allure
To assure me that all was well,
Until, at last, the final bell,
The pumpkin warned me, " It is late!"
The chariot came, the Prince alit
With promises, cash, and a house.
Dizzying rounds of dance and song,
Romance--that slippery love,
Our last chance on the carousel;
It slowed, and winding down it stopped.
Lost and adrift, searching for light,
Wisdom was found, a friend for thought,
When I am old.
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