Farewell to Fantasy
Yesterday…
White patent Mary Jane’s,
Shuffle ever so slightly,
Closer, to moss covered stones.
She clutches a precious penny,
Securely, in her little hand,
Her eyes squeezed shut…
Upon soft, silent lips,
A fevered prayer…
Innocently, trusting to the end.
With a toss, anxiously given,
*Plunk*
Everything riding on this hopeless wager…
Made desperate by hopes and fears,
Disillusioned tears dry on her pillow..
A plea, left sadly unanswered.
The Wishing Well has gone dry.
Today…
Overgrown and rotting with age,
All the wishes have been stolen,
Then, determinedly drowned,
In ready to use, plastic gratification.
Fairytales turned commercial,
Mocking tender memories,
Everything Technicolor loud,
In Hi-Def Plasma ways.
Corporate pushers, sling the crack,
Stoned on Reality, we need the fix,
Survival, a game show…
Degradation, for the Almighty Dollar.
Entertainment, our soul salvations,
No longer satisfied in simple silence,
Prozac Nation cured us all,
No more need for inner strength.
All the Heroes have walked away,
Into the sunset, and off the page,
Nothing to see here folks…
As the chalk line drops around a dragon.
So we have turned a half blinded eye...
To innocence long gone by...
Vanishing into historical Myth,
Left to rot, in the depths of a wishing well.
