If alleys were blind, <br />If you could drive <br />me anywhere <br />near insanity's brink; <br />Or if time could march, <br />and the moon whisper <br />it's forgotten lines <br />in blue octopus ink. <br /> <br />If scarce winds could dance, <br />where soft rains kiss, <br />or the brave stars wink. <br />If my neurons were, <br />in that thinking circus <br />of blown-fuse circuits, <br />the weakest link. <br /> <br />If man is a parasite <br />sucks blood from earth, <br />grieves igneous oceans <br />that once gave birth; <br /> <br />If venial sin is always the lesser, <br />and time leaves us dead in the dust, <br />I'm bound to make you my <br />secret confessor, <br />for time never sleeps <br />in your rust.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-birthdays-didn-t-make-you-older/
