It passes as it always has before –
Twenty and four around the clock – no more,
No less. It seemed much longer then, when braids,
Balloons and bicycles would slowly parade
Across your dreams, like dandelion seed
That drifts and dances in the wind when freed.
Twenty and four – no less, no more to ring
Another round of birthday bells, and sing
Your favorite one and only birthday song,
And watch your faithful fans all carry on,
And wear the paper crown as reigning queen,
And smile as someone petrifies the scene.
It passes as it always has before –
Twenty and four around the clock – no more.
8/19/1984
Field of Vision 