The Interim
We cried when we came here, alone and unprepared.We lived in tight spaces and huddled against the dark
of night.
We grew up and grew stronger, oblivious, we took
our chances.
We ventured out alone, cloaked in apprehension, yet determined to make a difference.
We were young, undaunted and unafraid, our eyes turned toward the sun.
We laughed and danced, contented in our ignorance, reckless in our pursuits.
We wasted precious moments; we believed that happiness was fleeting, but that time was not.
The aged looked on, knowing smiles crossing lined faces as the seasons passed.
We forgot to measure in between.
The moments turned to years as we lived through our children.
We were frightened, then envious.
We prayed just in case as the music stopped playing.
We put our harps down and finally, the dance was over.
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