The world is dimensional and nothing sees through it; <br />The walls too opaque, and then time runs away, <br />Off over the edges and pools there at midnight, <br />The hour always late or else way much too late. <br /> <br />We sang the refrains and we pondered our fate, <br />Under the apple tree, under the steeple; <br />We did everything that they told us we'd do- <br />And we find now we're just ordinary people. <br /> <br />Nothing special, we're just like the rest, <br />Dress us in leather or mohair or satin; <br />We'll sing and we'll dance to the numbers you say, <br />Looking for all the world as if filled with passion. <br /> <br />But in our dark rooms, we sag down in the gloom, <br />Time is our enemy, dreams busy dying- <br />Once on a platter, the world to us given; <br />Now the hour's midnight, soon they'll leave us crying.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/they-ll-leave-us-crying/
