Rushing and I Can
Virginia Carraway Stark

Sometimes when I’m rushing
I have to wonder why
there are way more missiles
and satellites
than stars
than I can count in the sky
sometimes when I can
I wonder why
I let so many golden chances pass me by
Laughing and running
With flowers in my hair
Should I have been wiser?
Or was that part of the golden afternoon?
When I saw that I was covered in flowers
Did they evaporate into the air?
Sometimes on the pyre
I have to wonder why
the children were ever brought into things
especially myself
I have to wonder when
and who
thought they had the say
that dignity was more important
that childhood anyway

Don’t break the china on my riddle
my words are all in vain
the past has passed
the future’s come
lets enjoy it anyway!