Elena Plotkin Poems
I grew up with a bunch of others,
Just me with my sisters and brothers.
When I was younger, I was green and tough,
But as I grew older, I discovered life could be rough.
I changed and grew softer, some called me yellow.
But I was no coward, just a very cautious fellow.
Because where I come from you never know the day,
That your whole family gets eaten or just carted away.
Time Is A Runner
Time is a runner who runs every race.
But he never runs in just one place.
You can’t hide from him; he’s everywhere.
And yet he’s always gone before you get there.
He doesn’t care that you can’t catch up.
You can’t expect him to stay and wait up.