Time of Day

The evenings seem the hardest.
Yet even the afternoons linger
so much longer as the days and
weeks turn into yet more years.
The creditors that used to call
have turned into collection agencies.
She never meant for it to happen.
The shifts in the economy.
The wars that men made real.
The eerie way that other people
seemed to see her in the mirror.
In these modern days of no respect,
seniority loomed heavy, full of gloom.
Wisdom wasn't worth a piece of gold.
And illness turned their haughty eyes away.
Her heart was broken all too many times.
Until the awful truth of it
invaded chambers thought
to be no more than fantasy.
So many dreams that started to come true.
Reality increased in shades of blue.
Morn to mourning, silence whispered
lone incentives never really used.
No longer paid, the time of day
from friends or family.
Another morning born.
She sat their waiting for the storm
of later day when all the pain was true...

? Michaelette ?

2/12/2004
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