Broken Window

[Day 14 of the 31 Days of Poetry]

She stares out her broken window-pane.
"If I only knew now what I knew then!" 
Once she was young, and brash, and quite vain:
She had life by the balls (not to mention the men).
There was a time she defied her fate, 
But there's no more need to pretend.
A glance at the clock: it's half-past Too Late --
-- and a quarter until The End.


Somehow Life had slipped past her guard.
So much happened. (She didn't know when.)
"Why was everything always so hard?"
How many times starting over again?
It would get better, if she could just wait.....
But there's no more need to pretend.
A glance at the clock: it's half-past Too Late --
-- and a quarter until The End.


She narrows her eyes and wells up her rage.
(She'd rather attack than defend.)
She wrote the book and can recite the page. 
Now join in the Chorus of the "Unfair Amens!"
But sagging Weariness overwhelms Hate, 
And there's no more need to pretend.
A glance at the clock: it's half-past Too Late --
-- and a quarter until The End.


There was a Time, when Hope was so Great....
But there's no more need to pretend.
A glance at the clock: it's half-past Too Late --
-- and a quarter until The End.












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