Abandoned from the beginning
turned loose alone
down the slide of life
no preparation
no explanation
no true identification
just — baby go…
!!wheeeeee!!
off you sailed
mini mr tieke
enduring and surviving
each unexpected turn
each unseen bump
each unsettling drop
faster and faster
as time flashed by
in a hurry
kinda blurry
as you picked up speed
you picked up vague images
collecting them
clinging to them
embracing them desperately
turning them to realities
at least
to the best of your abilities
lil’man alone
you made them your own
you made them your life
you smiled
you shed tears
mostly
you just held on
battling fears
until
a real dad stepped in
got better then
you made time
you lost time
you made love
you lost love
you made no excuses
and now
here you are lil’ lawrence
very near the bottom
squeeze those dreams
if ‘ya still got’m
soon it will end
how will it end
only the verse of poets
or the dogmas of priests
dare venture a posit
and they got no clue
no more than you
little freefall lad
but soon you will know
if you end up glad
or if you been had
you might just find
nuthin’
as perhaps
it is meant to be
we’ll see
won’t we
well now
hope the hell now
you enjoyed the ride
the terror
the thrills
the speed
because
in the end
my friend
the ride
is all that’s
guaranteed
*
rob kistner © 2022
Poetry at: The Sunday Muse
Poetry at: earthweal
bottom picture by: Robert Doisneau “The Ghost Train,” 1953
is it this,
or this,
who really knows?