The Lillacs That Stood The Test Of Time Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I haven’t been laughing:
The racehorses are not pretty, bastioned as they
Stand, gelded stockings
Prisms of last changes:
Clouds in the sky, cars on the streets:
The passing of ribbons, the pedaling of feet:
And in the park,
The play of pretty innocents skipping school:
The old rouses brushing hands,
Remembering the lilacs that stood the test of
Time,
Or the way their mother haunted them only
Because she had nothing else on her mind.