Time occupies her beauty <br />Few gaze upon her in awe <br />Age like a winter day, too, <br />a wilted flower in May <br /> <br />I have the right to be mad, while differing <br />with gladness that befit past years... <br />A loving wife to him and lived to <br />bear children in his honor, only to <br /> <br />have death as in- kind payment <br />still loathing the ever-present clock that stopped. <br />O’ my how anger envies happiness <br />Every speck of contentment diverge, where to…. <br /> <br />O’ how the heavens stores a thousand memories <br />Return, return, you wandering things ago: <br />when I fell into your open arms <br />Thence our arms making a whole… <br /> <br />As I sit swinging back and forth <br />Recalling summer breeze, <br />as wind blow away time, <br />minus delight in mid-ambiguity <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />May 16,2010<br /><br />Almedia Knight Oliver<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/so-mad-yet-so-glad/
