NoJo
Happily Marred
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- May 19, 2002
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Time was, I was cradled in her arms.
Time was, she sang in a sad Aeolean modes, darning socks.
Time was, we ran down the sones to the red beach, counting the lizards.
Time was, and I wasn't a man, not then.
Time was, he smoked me stories.
Time was, we stood at the brink of Trevose Head, but we didn't jump.
Time was, he told me it would get better, and it did, for a while, at least.
Time was, yes, and time raced, but I still wasn't a man, even though he thought I was.
Now, at last, time is, and I watch, in awe, as my son becomes a man before my eyes.
Maybe it skips a generation.
Time was, she sang in a sad Aeolean modes, darning socks.
Time was, we ran down the sones to the red beach, counting the lizards.
Time was, and I wasn't a man, not then.
Time was, he smoked me stories.
Time was, we stood at the brink of Trevose Head, but we didn't jump.
Time was, he told me it would get better, and it did, for a while, at least.
Time was, yes, and time raced, but I still wasn't a man, even though he thought I was.
Now, at last, time is, and I watch, in awe, as my son becomes a man before my eyes.
Maybe it skips a generation.