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Music Button RIGHT click to stop,pause,play Welcome From the Joy Light Poetry Series Passage of Time Please view page at full screen. Ten Years Of Time A faint buzzing noise in the back of my mind, The clock on the nightstand ringing in time, I open my eyes, glance at the door, Throwing off covers my feet touch the floor. There in the window a black nothing sky, Daybreak is coming, it won't be denied. My ritual begins as I drag down the hall Wondering what makes the sun rise and fall. Next coffee and poptarts, then out the door, Thru organized traffic for rich and poor, I enter the office and paste on my smile, Wondering what happened to John Doe and file. I shuffle some papers, talk to the boss, Think about sea shells covered in moss, A timely meeting with little affect, What can I say, too much to expect. The rest of the day is business at hand, Paperwork shuffled to meet the demand, I gather at five down at Jack's Bar and Grill, Inflating my ego with drinks from the stil. I loosen my tie for the evening rush, A walk to the car thru wet snow and slush, As I enter the house, my hair turning grey, She yells from the stove, did you have a nice day. The kids at my feet with sorted displays Of school work and play things. What can I say. Their fairy tale land is so different from mine, I think about bills as we sit down to dine. The wash machine broke, the toaster is gone, Cold poptarts tomorrow and the shirt I have on, I lie on the couch and take off my shoes, For my one-sided talk with the man on the news. Inflation is up and one man is dead, The news hasn't changed, that's all he said. I drift off to sleep, but awake with slight fear, The ball hit my head and the kid disappeared. The wife blocks my path, the kid meant no harm, But I swear that I'll send them all back to the farm. I jerk on my coat and start the cold car, Spend the rest of the eve with friends at the bar. The jukebox is playing "Those Were The Days", I see the wife's face as she walks the maze. Her hand on my shoulder, a kiss on the cheek, Beside me she sits, smiling, she speaks. We talk about pressure and decreasing costs, How the workforce is lazy, habitual and lost, The days tension ease, a warm smile I lend, To the lady beside me, my feelings now mend. My body is tired but my spirit restored, Waving goodnight as we exit the door, The kids in bed, covers up to their head, And the wife and I climb in a warm, cozy bed. I think about sleep, but time passes by, I think about morning and black nothing sky, The faint buzzing noise in the back of my mind, And I wonder what happened to ten years of time. Copyright, (c), Joy Light, 1981 Please sign my Guest Book All Rights Reserved 1961 - 2004 Copyright is retained by the author. Use of these works for commercial purpose is strictly prohibited. Reproduction of these works for any purpose without permission from the author is strictly prohibited. The Joy Light Poetry Series is a published work of art. Contact the author for permission to use. Joy Light Center Sets by Designer Originals Music Credits: Dusk to Dawn on Skye by Deboer Music plays automatically in AOL (MSIE) browser. To play music in other browsers, right click the music button then left click play.
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From the Joy Light Poetry Series Passage of Time Please view page at full screen.
Ten Years Of Time A faint buzzing noise in the back of my mind, The clock on the nightstand ringing in time, I open my eyes, glance at the door, Throwing off covers my feet touch the floor. There in the window a black nothing sky, Daybreak is coming, it won't be denied. My ritual begins as I drag down the hall Wondering what makes the sun rise and fall. Next coffee and poptarts, then out the door, Thru organized traffic for rich and poor, I enter the office and paste on my smile, Wondering what happened to John Doe and file. I shuffle some papers, talk to the boss, Think about sea shells covered in moss, A timely meeting with little affect, What can I say, too much to expect. The rest of the day is business at hand, Paperwork shuffled to meet the demand, I gather at five down at Jack's Bar and Grill, Inflating my ego with drinks from the stil. I loosen my tie for the evening rush, A walk to the car thru wet snow and slush, As I enter the house, my hair turning grey, She yells from the stove, did you have a nice day. The kids at my feet with sorted displays Of school work and play things. What can I say. Their fairy tale land is so different from mine, I think about bills as we sit down to dine. The wash machine broke, the toaster is gone, Cold poptarts tomorrow and the shirt I have on, I lie on the couch and take off my shoes, For my one-sided talk with the man on the news. Inflation is up and one man is dead, The news hasn't changed, that's all he said. I drift off to sleep, but awake with slight fear, The ball hit my head and the kid disappeared. The wife blocks my path, the kid meant no harm, But I swear that I'll send them all back to the farm. I jerk on my coat and start the cold car, Spend the rest of the eve with friends at the bar. The jukebox is playing "Those Were The Days", I see the wife's face as she walks the maze. Her hand on my shoulder, a kiss on the cheek, Beside me she sits, smiling, she speaks. We talk about pressure and decreasing costs, How the workforce is lazy, habitual and lost, The days tension ease, a warm smile I lend, To the lady beside me, my feelings now mend. My body is tired but my spirit restored, Waving goodnight as we exit the door, The kids in bed, covers up to their head, And the wife and I climb in a warm, cozy bed. I think about sleep, but time passes by, I think about morning and black nothing sky, The faint buzzing noise in the back of my mind, And I wonder what happened to ten years of time. Copyright, (c), Joy Light, 1981
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All Rights Reserved 1961 - 2004 Copyright is retained by the author. Use of these works for commercial purpose is strictly prohibited. Reproduction of these works for any purpose without permission from the author is strictly prohibited. The Joy Light Poetry Series is a published work of art. Contact the author for permission to use.
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Sets by Designer Originals Music Credits: Dusk to Dawn on Skye by Deboer
Music plays automatically in AOL (MSIE) browser. To play music in other browsers, right click the music button then left click play.
