AND NOW

And now I face the night
Not counting stars
But totalling up the sum of losses
Some say have made me strong

The things I've never had
Not materialistic to be sure
But things that can't be touched
But felt and known and counted on

Learning to count on myself
Laughing at the promises
Walking away with a shrug
And never looking back

And now I face the night
Counting the years
Not the ones left behind
But the ones that lie ahead

Wondering
Why promises turn to lies
And words are never kept
And if a rainbow really exists

Who will color it
And make it real
Wondering why this strength they say I have
Must be my paint brush

And now I face the night
Holding the looking glass
Not Alice, but the white rabbit
Waiting for the party to begin
Joyce Mascolino


And Now
ŠJoyce Mascolino March 26, 2000




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