Cruel Trick Of Nature

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One day you’re playing and running in the wind and then you blink. Now you have a job, a family, and it’s your own kids playing in the playgrounds of innocence. Then you blink again and your children are having children. After so much time has passed in what seems like a heartbeat you realize you understand much too late what all should understand. The playground is unfamiliar and too painful to negotiate. What a cruel trick of nature to give us knowledge long after we can use it to our benefit.

 

 

 

What kind of a trick is this? Mother natures practical joke. She can be so ironic it hurts to laugh

 

I try so hard to remember

Things I wish I could forget

Such a rotten cruel trick of nature

Leaving me to always drowning

In a pool of self regret

Treading but not sinking

Swimming without thinking

Floating without the passions of youth

The closer to death the more the wisdom

The lessons now so clear

Seemed so hard to reach

Once so damn far way

The washed up on my beach

And now when reason calls me

Much too tired to give the answer

What a cruel cruel trick she has

Mother Nature the necromancer

 

 

 

She leaves me a reminder

There in my playground

The scene forming behind her

Ghosts of lovers lay undisturbed

Pacing curiously

To where the past seems so absurd

That cruel trick of nature

Making us get old

With eyesight challenged through wisdom

I have the right answers

I see clearly through my prism

Left with out an alibi

Just a useless euphemism

What a cruel trick

 

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