The fairyland gloss on life <br /> erodes as we age and saps <br /> or weakens her fizz of joy. <br /> <br /> Now you're a juggler balancing your gains and losses. <br /> <br /> Gone is the bubbling yummy of your first soda. <br /> You wistfully transfer your taste to the pure fruit juice kick. <br /> <br /> Cracks appearing in your hero's make up dulls you. <br /> Knowing you are a lot wiser lifts you somewhat. <br /> <br /> You see the claws of justice can't reach all wrong. <br /> Mind notes of winning battles helps you smile proud. <br /> <br /> Touched by nuances clouding human love, <br /> guard dogs are placed on your love tray, <br /> <br /> Hype is pricked by truth to free her lies <br /> and help you realize flawed parts can't make ideal. <br /> <br /> Just the flat bubbles hang on to help you like <br /> your hobbies, hopes and causes without the tingle.<br /><br />Dorothy Randle Clinton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/without-the-bubbling/
