Was a time when you weren’t there
I was rising.
Sitting atop a hill,
I was fantasizing.
Keeping to myself.
Was a time when I was small.
When that early rhyme
Made it all.
When that baby ball found its way
My arms aloft
Appraise from the hall.
Was a time when I was young.
When youthful love was in its prime.
When victories counted
And defeats jeered.
When life seemed what it was not.
Was a time when I was in youth
As life grinded the dreams of truth.
As dark silently creeped its way
While the eyes kept whooshing it away.
Was a time when I’d be old.
When I’d wonder what became of told?
When my life would be crissed and crossed along
By the faint lines and darker, behold!
When my heart would be pressed and impressed
By those stealthy imprints of sinister happiness.