Tuesday, August 27, 2013
My mirror would lie about wrinkles of time,
and traffic would fly when I'm late,
and my house would stay clean as a Lysol commercial,
and my excitable, naughty dog were sedate,
and chocolate melted my overweight,
and I were so smart, all problems solved,
and wars - memory so faint,,
and all people were fully nourished
by how they lived and all they ate.
if only you'd be as I wish
trust me, this would be a better place.
And because there's so much I'd like improved
must I wait to rest in peace in a grave?
Is joy a vapor I can breathe
as I watch and engage
with change revolving
around life and time
while all along
I am, it is, you are this way?
(Submitted to Dverse Poets.)