Charmed Life - Poem by Patti Masterman
We select books by their titles,
Almost as if we were going
To have to eat them, later on;
I don't think I'd like Subway Armageddon;
Explosions always hurt my teeth,
And the seasoning is too metallic.
We select dates
As if we were going to have to marry them,
On down the line; too fat, too nerdy;
Too many apron strings on that one;
I don't need any more high maintenance romance-
Always interested in what's in it for us.
But we still live in the land of memories,
Where memories live in our blood like a lotus.
The lotus never says, too muddy, too icky;
Or, the view doesn't compensate for the fact
That I'm to be stuck here, in this one place, forever;
Because growing is more of a biology thing, than anything else.
If we were quarks instead of subway riders,
We would all want to be Charmed;
None of us would want to consider ourselves Strange,
And we would hope Up or Down wasn't a one-way ticket.
On the unpredictable subway-ride of life, first impressions are everything;
We will accept nothing less than perceived perfection.
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