http://www.octpowrimo.com/2021/10/day-11-horses.html
The only place where you can dream
Living here is not what it seems
--Iron Maiden, Strange World I just want to walk right out of this world 'cause everybody has a poison heart. --The Ramones
Ornery Owl Sez: This Bop is a Bit Bleak.
If you prefer to avoid morose verse, you have been warned.
As a child, I could look forward to the third Thursday in
November
Being a time to refresh and connect, a day of quiet,
untroubled play
In the home where I lived during the year that everything was almost perfect
Except for the ferocious bullying I endured at school, but so it goes
There may have been a fire burning bright in the fireplace
When we sat down at the table, I was truly thankful
For whom the bell tolls, time marches on
In current times I've found that everything has changed
Time does not crawl, it hurtles forth like a bullet train
Crushing my memories beneath its merciless wheels
It took loved ones and ideas from me without a backward glance
There is no doorway through which I can return to that year of perfect holidays
But if I could find a filament of the hopefulness I felt
Perhaps I could sew patches over the holes in my heart
Maybe I could recall the feeling of the third Thursday in November
For whom the bell tolls, time marches on
I sit staring out the window wondering who I think I'm fooling
For decades now Thanksgiving has only been a harried mess
We usually don't even celebrate it on Thursday if we bother with it at all
It's just a day when the stores won't be open if I need something
My father believed in the promise of Thanksgiving
But he has been gone now for eleven years
For whom the bell tolls, time marches on
~ornery owl~
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