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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ajwrites57 3 years ago from Pennsylvania

MFB III--So very nice. So many emotions. My own past, waxing nostalgic, wishing for the past, then I wished for the future. My own son's past moving into the future. Time lost, spent away. Very nice! Shared!

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