Elena Plotkin Poems
|82.||To Err Is Human||9/8/2014|
|83.||To The Future President||1/4/2016|
|84.||To The Spouse Of My Ex-Spouse -new-||2/5/2016|
|85.||To The Teacher||11/22/2013|
|86.||To The Terrorists||12/8/2015|
|87.||To The Womanizer||12/5/2013|
|88.||Too Young To Know||7/21/2013|
|91.||We The People -new-||2/5/2016|
|92.||Welcome To My Perfume Parlour||12/5/2013|
|93.||What A Way To Go!||7/23/2014|
|94.||What Binds Your Heart To Mine -new-||2/2/2016|
|95.||What Hell Is This?||6/24/2013|
|96.||When Looks Can Kill||9/25/2014|
|98.||Why Is The Ocean So Salty?||8/14/2013|
|99.||Writers Of Yore||8/27/2013|
|100.||You'Re Lucky You Got What You Got!||2/12/2015|
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.