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Sadness (Free verse) by that_funny_girl
Man,
it seems like only last year
New Years was something special
something to look forward too
something that was really grand ya know.
It was, a new year,
bright and shiny
like a penny, or those new state quarters
that everyone was so excited about a few years back.
I mean streamers and hats and things that make noise
just donât do it for me anymore
and I feel like
somebody has stolen my magic out from under me
and sprinkled it over some mystical body of water.
I donât like this
everything seems out of sorts.
What has happened to my holiday spirit?
I mean, December is supposed to be happy and cheerful
and at least, noticed.
But I barely realized the holidays were hear this year
before they slipped away..
Who was it that has flipped the hourglass of my life
so that all the fairy dust slowly seeped out?
Give it back - I will cry - if I ever meet them. -
I want to feel the magic - I donât like this empty hallow
in my heart.
What has happened to Thanksgiving, that not only donât I feel thankful
I donât even feel.
I could hardly taste anything,
and the food wasnât as filling
and the talk wasnât as interesting
and the company wasnât quite as good
as it was the year before.
And even Halloween, which is supposed to be such fun
with candy and costumes and young children who feel like they are
on top of the world
for staying up late
and being rewarded.
Was dull and bitter
not sweet like it was supposed to be.
And I donât understand what is happening to me,
Am I really growing old so soon?
Wasnât it just yesterday I was a little kid?
Wasnât it just yesterday I had my whole life ahead of me?
But now a days I feel like the pages are slipping away, and even my new
calendar
with a new piece of vocabulary
for every day of the year
doesn't have enough words
to describe how I am feeling.
I count the days ahead of me,
as I try to plan my life.
And it strikes me that even if it start everything now
there will never be enough time.
It makes me feel, all sad in side
and that small lump of disappointment
is sliding down my throat,
as I bitterly realize that I canât be carefree
not even now.
Man, I wish perhaps, that I could put a freeze frame on last new years.
I had a book of resolutions then,
all my grand dreams
of what I would accomplish.
Guess how many happened.
This is growing up, I suppose
we all must come to terms.
But it beats the hell out of me
how I am supposed to get over something like this
something like realizing my child hood is
essentially
over.
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