Elena Plotkin Poems
They used to call me twinkle toes,
And I had my fill of admirers and beaus.
I was quite a dancer of ballet,
My pirouette and my grand plié
were talked about for months and days.
I had my choice of theaters and plays.
I was photographed and interviewed.
I had rich men begging me for an interlude.
I had money tossed at me as if it were confetti,
I was envied by people that were talentless and petty.
And then all at once at the very peak of my illustrious career,
I lost it all because I developed a taste for hamburger and beer.
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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.