The Girl Who Wished For A Time Machine
By Jordan A Murphy
These teardrops beside me flow,
From a quiet, happy, thankful soul.
The years taking their expensive toll,
Her beautiful smile a grand seed to sow.
She lowers her head to try and sleep,
But thoughts of the past run long and deep,
Attempting to make its victim weak.
Her memory only shows the harsh and bleak.
She truly wants to clear her mind,
However, she cannot erase the passing time.
Wisdom would implore her to leave it behind.
Therefore, she could enter a sleep so sublime.
Alas, this poor lass is wide awake,
Only regret plagues her mental state.
She never learns from any prior mistake.
Thus, the smile she forces is for her own sanity’s sake.