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Sign Of The Times

by

Gerard Quain

She needs her space

Must be more assertive

Got to find what she's missing

The cult of me

Sign of times

He tail gates

Road rage in abeyance

Must put the foot down

Now wrapped around a pole

Sign of the times

She goes home from to school

Her parents wait

Only C's, they scream

She takes an overdose, now in coma

sign of the times

Banks go bankrupt

States facing debt

The management got their bonus's

Politicians tell us us all will be well

Sign of the times

Be careful, its cold out there

Samaritans in short supply

Experts in negligence run the show

Futures decided on the abacus

Sign of the times

Screams

by

Gerard Quain

She sits wondering how it came to this

How life, has conspired, to make her feel this way

She used to dance and sing

But in twenty minutes that all changed

The stroke

Now she has all these words in her head, that she cannot utter

Constrained in a body that no longer responds to her brain

Only she hears the silent screams of frustration

Her eyes can see the world around her

She can see the hurt and pity in her family's eyes

All this time to think

The clock on the wall, counts the seconds , minutes, and hours

The silent screams get louder in her head

the years and years she can see ahead

Her body, yes that body that turned so many heads

Now it is her prison

The silent screams, that no one hears

She wants to say this is not life

But her power to speak is gone

Would that she could sleep, the sleep of the dead

The tears stream

The Runaway

by

Gerard Quain

A snowflake is a deft design

But it is silent when it falls

Shielded by a window, a Father peers aimlessly

A winter wind whistles outside, its piercing lament cuts

Matched in sadness by a Fathers tears

Time goes slowly in the winter darkness

Then dawn breaks to winter sun

A ray of hope breaks into the room

But the thought of ice cold words remain

A Father sighs when he thinks of what he said

Now mourning hie loss

Then like a miracle, a shadow looms

Its her she is back

His darling runaway