They told me many things-
The teachers, the neighbors and teenage flings;
The dancers, the liars, and the petty little thieves-
We don’t have many chances-
And oh, how a decade passes.
I started from the ground, whence from most people rise;
I was a child and a lover of the outside, thoughts of demise-
Never occurred to me, as they hadn’t a need to enter my mind-
So a decade went by.
Things got stranger, colder-
I could see life as it got older;
Full of bombs, tombs, and empty wombs;
I wondered if it was time.
A decade goes by.
I am standing alone in a place unfamiliar-
I am greeted by strangers.
They have no need for me unless I am needed.
And so a new decade is greeted.
So the decade flys by.
I have children and they are now encumbered-
By decades; one is not yet a decade, another just about-
Before I was a decade, I should have gotten out-
Of dismal, blackening life.
And so a decade goes by;
And I die in my last decade-