Time Warped
Look down at the pocket watch
Time slips past.
From boy to man,
Much too fast.
With swash buckling books,
You dreamt once
Of distant islands
Filled with mountains,
Pineapples
Palm Trees
And a volcano or two
From the swing set
And a cup full
Of apple juice.
Now you sit at a table,
With only coffee in hand.
A laptop drones on,
Without even a dog in the yard.
No adventure did you ever meet.
Where are the animals
You planned to keep?
The platypus?
The Phoenix?
Not even the caterpillar
That you used to keep.
Instead, you sit,
And wait for a drink
At the bar where Moe’s name
Lights up the street.
A year will go by,
With nothing more to show
Than a “quaint” cabin
On the vineyard
Just because your wife wanted to go.
She’ll cook you “exotic” foods
Like Kumquats
And grapefruit.
But always say,
“We’re on a diet,
So don’t think about that carrot cake.”
You could be racing up
A roaring river
In the middle beautiful India.
Maybe battling a maelstrom
In your pirate ship.
No,
Instead you live happily
With your little wife,
With your little house.
The clock ticks on,
Ticks on,
Without adventure.