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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