It's Always been A Time Machine.
It's Always Been A Time Machine.
on September 25, 2002. ©-MFB III- All rights reserved
It's always been a time machine
as it rumbles and creaks along its way
orange yellow, and black it's often seen
transporting countless generations
crawling slowly but consistently
on each decades familiar paths
yet it changes ever so little
though the world around it ages
like the cargo it discharges
in a flow of seasonal colors
pastels gracing urban blights
Once "I" rode it....oh so eager
all bright and smiling on its trek
a magical journey..to..and fro
I shared its views of other times
a better place so long ago
it brings back smells of bubblegum
bananas...Twinkies and bologna
the sight of it makes me nostalgic
for the future I once had
now locked forever in the past
as it approaches I grow sad....: (
But then I bend to kiss a copy
of myself here in the present
then watch him dash in joyous flight
so brightly smiling as he's leaving
aboard this idling time machine
his face so tiny in it's windows
his wave so brief and then he's gone.
I know that each time that it comes back
returning him onto our driveway
he's grown a bit older and wiser
in his travels away from home
but his conveyance here twice daily
is stealing time from us so precious
all those hours laughed and played through
now oh, so quiet on my own
But my heart knows it's exchanging
a brand new future for my toddler
he'll grow and bloom in Kinder's garden
bringing home memories we can share
for this I shed a grateful tear....
"OOooops...I must go, his bus is here!!!"
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