Inculcation

Good news is seldom in coming.
If it ever comes at all.
Please be sure to wake me before my heart stops drumming.
I'd like to be aware as I take my fall.

Down, down, down that long flight of stairs.
It's a long, long roll until you reach the bottom.
Arise then slowly onto your shaky legs.
Clear your bleary eyes, no you cannot see the top.
And it seems, all you want to do is eat, sleep, and cry.

Days of youthful exuberance and joy.
Everyday is filled with surprises and sunshine.
Puberty awakens confusion for every girl and boy.
Just the very first step on that life long climb.

Climb on up and learn all that's not fair.
Time goes by so fast that soon it is your autumn.
You find near the end that you're living with the dregs.
Depressing thoughts of ineptitude having never reached the top.
And it seems, all you want to do is eat, sleep, and cry.

Michael R. Roth

Archived 05/23/2010