Treasure Island

Edwina Reizer

(12/22/1937 / LAKEWOOD, NJ)

Oyster, Young and Old


What did I know
when I was a child?
The world was my oyster
and the oyster smiled.

I cried and wept
but laughed a lot.
And the oyster now
was cooking in a pot

Entered my teens
I felt quite weird.
Sexual feelings,
my oyster got seared.

All grown up
Observed people lied.
The result was
my oyster got fried.

What do I know?
What's in my head?
I'm so damned tired.
My oyster is dead.

Submitted: Friday, October 25, 2013
Edited: Saturday, October 26, 2013
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