Time is short.
now shorter still.
I think I won’t,
and yet, I will.
thru this window I grasp at straws.
the Wind just laughs,
I gaze in awe:
who is this girl, woman, child?
I remember when her hair was wild,
her eyes were dark,
wit so sharp!
then she ran-off in the Dark.
I thought she knew
that she’d come back…
But she got lost, the dope, the crack.
she left me here, holding the bag
and now she’s just a tired old hag…
the time it ticks, inexorably by.
look! she laughs, I thought she’d cry!
she’s so happy deep inside,
all the shame seems to have died,
set her free, left her, gone!
light is shining, comes the dawn
eyes now glisten, step firm and sure.
she closed the window,
she found the door.