At the break of day,
When the mists hold sway,
The birds are just beginning their song.
I sit with my teacup,
Watching the sun come up,
At peace knowing nothing can go wrong.
Within the hour,
It is time for a shower,
The still of the morn does not last long.
Then it will begin,
The rat race I am in,
To this day and age I surely do not belong.
My heart yearns,
My soul burns,
For the simpler times that have gone by.
Castles and kings,
Dragon wings,
Instead of noisy machines that can fly.
Men who are brave,
Damsels to save,
Fantasy castles seen high in the sky.
But I greatly fear,
That I am stuck here,
So on my imagination I must rely.
Author notes
Written August 20th, 2005
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No, it's not the wrong age, it's the wrong reality altogether... this world has never been simple for anyone except perhaps rich women who were not allowed to do anything but pretend to be decore. I think my "Time" poem kinda like this, but from the point of view of the rat race, not the languid sitting. Personally, the rat race is what motivates me to write... for, there is no poem without stress, though I think I'm going to go insane if I don't learn to relax, I'm glad you do.
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I'm glad you liked it. I do agree that those times were not as romantic or easy as we imagine but it's fun to think they were.
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Sometimes it seems like there are no maidens and nothing to fight for. Dragons sometimes win. I like the romance of those times, but really they were pretty hard times and the dragons were mythical. It is a really good poem and I liked the form and the rhyme.
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Thank you! There will always be dragons to fight and chilvary need never die. It is just finding the dragons and ladies in all the clutter that is the problem
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OMG, i feel the same way, i think someone has made a mistake to where i am surpose to be, i long for the times of knights and kings, but for a different reason i guess, to live in a time od myths and legends, to be on of those legends, make a name for ones self as a hero, the clash of the swords, the chivialy of a man to a lady, to be free for all the rush and needless things. yep i loved this poem here good job. i really mean it, this was a great read and i think you did a good job on it and i can't wait to see more of your work
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That time really wasn't so simple and many times not so nice either. The fantasy of it can be though Thank you for commenting and glad you liked it.
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This is lovely... there is much about the era that you write of... I love that period of time but do not know if I would really want to go back and live there either... torn I guess...
S~
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Thank you, glad you liked it. At least there is the short escapes into fantasy or writing. Then the world can go away for a while and something new and exciting can be experienced.
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Great poem
loved the poem, its all too easy to get caught up in the rat race and loose touch of the simpler more gentile things in life.
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