i knelt down and talked <br />to the old turtle, trying <br />to get out of its box... <br />in a low voice telling him, <br />there'd come a time, <br />there'd come a time! <br />you smell good! <br />we pass like familiar strangers <br />who've forgotten the words <br />to the song... <br /> <br />and the roar and the din <br />of the circus and its clowns <br />drowns out the silence! <br />i turn, and take you with <br />a glance, a thought, an inadvertent <br />touch... <br /> <br />the cash register rings again! <br />and all is lost... <br />carried out in a buggy <br />to a borrowed car!<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-time-9/
