I awoke to find myself born today
and quickly from my bed to learn.
For the city was vast and much to see
I hadn’t much time to burn.
When noon approached, puberty struck
and my teens began with heartbreak.
By three o’clock I was well in my twenties
and by four had moved past thirty.
I noticed some pain at five o’clock
and arthritis came paining at eight.
Now stopped at the ocean
my day is done with curdled skin,
and hair of white
I have no memory of my journey
through the city.
Turning back I view the night.
I see it now, I feel only pity
for the fool that walks through life
and sees only pain
but never see the beauty of the city.
I was one of those.
With trembling knees
I take my first steps back, to life
tumbling, the world shifts
my face is in the sand.
My end is winking
and both frustration and hope
die with me.
I long for the city.
Movement from the ocean
as another begins the journey,
No more than two perhaps three,
I try and explain about me.
Look, listen, feel, learn, think, experience,
reach out beyond your world
to touch the lives of others.
Three, now turning four
I can see the warning went unheard.
My final sight was a giggling child
skipping into the night
and the awesome City
swallowing him whole.