Too Old For Fairy Tales

Reads: 302  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 1

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

More Details
Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A look at how life seems to be slipping away more and more without being lived and how we look at it now is a bleak contrast to our vision in youth.

Submitted: March 07, 2016

A A A | A A A

Submitted: March 07, 2016

A A A

A A A


How slowly the snow flakes fall,

Yet how quickly we can feel buried,

In our hearts we still feel small,

Yet to adulthood we are harried.

 

These fables and myths we've been told,

We find may have no happy ending,

While before we were so sold,

On what we'll accept; we are now bending.

 

The princes: were once so charming,

The knights: we thought, so very shining,

The truth: we've found rather alarming,

For only fiction have we been pining.

 

While once I looked up to grab a hand extended,

My neck now too tired to lift my spirit,

So very exhausted, bowed, and bended,

Our "happily ever after"? We've begun to fear it.

 

We settle in too many ways,

Told happiness is an earned commodity,

We lose the fire of our halcyon days,

A dream come true's become an oddity.

 

We hope the drifts will someday melt,

The seasons changing dull to stunning,

The sunshine of our innocence felt,

Hope blooming anew with the sunning.

 

Til that day friends we have each other,

To keep our souls fed and spirits hale,

Our love renews our faith for one another,

And helps us to believe again in fairy tales.


© Copyright 2020 Ali Bishop. All rights reserved.

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

Add Your Comments:

Comments