There was a time when
all was planned in neat
boxes around school
schedules and papers
due and yet to be
written or graded
or published or tossed
There was a time when
all was planned in neat
seasons of time –
blowing cold, warm,
rustling leaves
bright blossoms
There was a time when
death was a nightmare
from which one would
be kissed awake and
held cuddled in the
dark by strong in-
vincible arms –
and tomorrow
was planned
and certain
to arrive
on time
there ..
all was planned in neat
boxes around school
schedules and papers
due and yet to be
written or graded
or published or tossed
There was a time when
all was planned in neat
seasons of time –
blowing cold, warm,
rustling leaves
bright blossoms
There was a time when
death was a nightmare
from which one would
be kissed awake and
held cuddled in the
dark by strong in-
vincible arms –
and tomorrow
was planned
and certain
to arrive
on time
there ..
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