A Burst of Light
- Geoffrey Clarfield
- Sep 17, 2018
- 1 min read
To be fourteen
To feel the incredible innocence
of the future, not the past.
That crap just doesn’t last
The potential for ecstasy
Or the luck of being happy
What the shucks
Will she be happy?
Moving, moving, moving
from 14 to 40
She can look back seamlessly
There is no war,
There’s no depression
Nothing deep
All hills, no valleys
A happy life
What luck
What a streak
Moving, moving, moving
Forty to ninety
Burning up the years
No more pining
No more pining for
What wasn’t right
To die at fourteen
In a burst of light
