Tennessee Fried Poetry

A comprehensive tour of the mind of a burnt out feller living in Tennessee as seen through his poetry.

Saturday, November 12, 2005

The Twilight Child

She was the cheerleader.
She was the prom queen.
She was lil' Miss Everything.
At Hollybrook High.
Then came graduation,
And now, nobody knows her.
All she is now is a twilight child,
A child living in her past,
A worm who looks back
On all "the little people,"
Wondering why they've gone so far
And why she is still here
Living in 1995 instead of 2005.
As she ponders all this at her reunion,
She meets up with some of the "geeks"
Who are now doctors, plastic surgeons,
And have beautiful wives and kids,
While she, voted "Most Beautiful," has none.
Poor Miss Priss. She is such a twilight child.
I guess the sands of time will continue
To pass her by as she slowly becomes
A dusty chapter in the annuls of eternity.

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