This Special Time

This special time
Immortal yet
Loud we trumpet
Inconvenience

The clothes are old
The neighbors loud
The grass is brown
The roses bowed

The night too loud
The sun so pale
The food turned cold
The rain now hail

The paint job flaked
The traffic dense
The mail tardy
The news nonsense

The belly flabby
The book too thick
The door still jammed
The salesman slick

And on we rant
And on we gabble
Alive but slack of purpose
And every day
We sputter and flay
Until we dribble life away

9/24-12/30/94, 6/10-6/11/07

Copyright 1994, 2007 by Maurice Leiter

Posted with permission.