When you are young <br />Your life is condensed <br />Your grandmother is drinking out of a mug <br />Your mother is on the phone <br />Her frown is making you sad <br />You are tired; <br />Your eyes shutting and <br />You grab at her dress <br />To put you to bed <br />Then you get older <br />You are a teenager <br />And you are in love <br />Your grandmother is no longer drinking <br />her black coffee from a mug; <br />Your grandfather bought her at a yardsale; <br />While he spend more money than he had <br />Your mother is no longer talking on the phone <br />She is yelling at your father; <br />Asking for a divorce <br />You are now an adult <br />And stressed to breaking <br />Bored and sick of routine <br />No longer in love; brokenhearted <br />The coffee cup is now made of atoms; <br />It was broken to peices and thrown out <br />When it fell from your grandmothers hand; <br />When she was told her husband had died <br />Your mother is lonely, <br />She calls you to complain <br />You are all she has left <br />You don't know where your father is; <br />Though you have no to time to worry <br />You are alone now too <br />And everything is so big, <br />But made of such small things<br /><br />B.B. Loring<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/uncondensing-universe/
