Father Time is rapping at my door,
and demanding to be acknowledged
amid the melting pot that is my daily stew.
Doesn’t he know I can’t see Koi
in a pond that doesn’t exist?
Or change things
just by looking at them differently?
It’s not easy when you’re strange!
I’m still trying to find my Kumbaya
after far too many years.
And look… That’s me
wandering around in Jurassic Park
with Jeff Goldblum still in my head,
Plus a bad case of inadequate aging.
It has created a mawkish taste in my mouth
for all things south of Jimi Hendrix.
And as for reaching the conclusion
of this silly rant, I suppose
there really isn’t an end.
Father Time is still out there
and he’s still rapping at my door
trying to hornswoggle his way in…
And me…well, I’m still listening to The Doors
“When You’re Strange”.
© DiAnne Ebejer, rev 2014