#TBT: Cast the Ballot (circa 1994)
Since it’s Throwback Thursday (#TBT), AND election day here, I thought this was the perfect poem from my teen angst years to share. The year was 1994 and I was officially an adult. I could finally vote. It seems I may have had some reservations…
Cast the Ballot
Beneath my hollow footsteps
The fallen leaves of Autumn’s decay —
Crush.
A chill has set into the air,
Creeping into the bones of the young and the old.
My path treads over a damp, withered sign.
Its bold letters scream of an election.
Soon I will be in the assembly line
To cast my ballot and play the game of
The Politician.
Behind me the laughter of children echoes through the evening.
They too pass over the sign,
But are safe from its beckoning calls.
Their innocence shelters them.
Soon they will follow the same path I tread.
Now their footsteps and strides
Do not match mine.
As they travel down the roads I have,
They too will discover…
The Politician following in their shadow.
M. xo