Stanzas: Monthly Chapbooks January 2015: Ourobouros | Page 7

Time.
Endless to you, but it’s not.
Yet I still wish to join you in your games
And jump over that fence
Into spring’s puddles and autumn piles of leaves.
And plunge into infinite summers
To reclaim my childhood.
Your future is set out in timetables
And packed neatly in a Scooby-Doo lunch box,
Just as mine once was.
I wish I could teach you
What that school cannot.
Perhaps in another decade
You too will stroll past your past
And see what I see now
And what others glimpsed before me perhaps.
My distant comrade
Heed my advice:
Make friends now
And find the glass shoes that fit.
For once you pass that gate
They will be cemented with lead
And each clunky step from there
Will cement your path to this day.
No bippity-boppity-boop will change your fate.

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