Born Too Late

Okay, so I was listening to my favorite artist, Pink, yesterday and rhymes started whizzing through my head. Could I write a song, I wondered? That seemed farfetched. I hadn’t written any poetry since junior high. When I was in elementary school I was handpicked for a creative writing course which was conducted by a high school English class. It was great fun. I remember we wrote a script, acted it out and videotaped it. Not that I got to be in front of the camera, mind you. But someone must have thought I had creative flair or I wouldn’t have been invited to participate. I’ve always had the yearning to pursue art or music or dance. So why did I choose math/science/computers? Life is funny sometimes.

But I digress... last night those rhymes were still dancing around in my head. So I decided to put them down on paper and see where it might lead. A few hours later… voilà! I had a poem. It was amazing how fast it flew together.

I’ve decided to dedicate my first poem of the millennium to Hayden. Any resemblance to people, living or dead, is purely coincidental… blah, blah, blah. Now, if only I could write a catchy tune for it. Perhaps in the next millennium.

 

You Were Born Too Late For Me
(Dedicated to Mr. Hayden Christensen)

That day he left me in a lurch
You’ll never know how much it hurt
I couldn’t think, my life was wrecked
All I could do was cry.

Thought his friends were my friends, too
So naïve, was I a fool?
Why abandon me in my hour of need?
Wasn’t me who lived a lie.

And when my cryin’ days were done
I thanked God but would He send one
More man for me whom I could trust?
Won’t leave me high and dry.

That seemed a lot to ask of Him
For I’d been sad and rather grim
Gone sour on men, would take no risks
My standards now much too high.

Then I saw you and life was sweet
But you’re not real, how could we meet?
We’re worlds apart, yet I ache for you
Just an apparition in my head.

I wanted you to want me, too
Seemed so strange, could I tame you?
If I had only remained young
Our lives, where would they have led?

But you were born too late for me
We could be like Ashton and Demi
Oh, ’tis folly, we’re far apart
And yet I wish with all my heart
That time stood still
Can time stand still?
I’d wait for you
Yes, wait for you.

Walk with me, take a chance for once
Let them stare, we’ll ignore the fuss
Sometimes dreams can’t be postponed
Hon, I can’t live without you.

Our souls, dear, were meant to be
Intertwined forever, me and thee
Let’s run off, they’ll search for us
We’ll just laugh and let them stew.

But you were born too late for me
We could never, ever be
Oh, ’tis folly, we’re far apart
And yet I wish with all my heart
That time stood still
Can time stand still?
I’d wait for you
Yes… for you.

©2006 Kathy Bovenschen

[09 June 2006]