What Was It Like In The Past? This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   Candlelight flickers and my quill pen scratches,

The drone of wind through creaking eave assails me.

Glancing at my pocket watch, I begin to realize

That the hour has suddenly grown late.



Removing my suitcoat and spectacles hastily,

I trundle wearily up the drafty staircase.

Down the dark hall with the worn faded carpet,

To my bedroom, feathered in night.



Hanging my cloak by the fireplace mantle,

I find a basin of water for washing my face.

Alone here I put on a robe and a cap,

Closing the shutters to the cold winter air.



Reading my Bible in the dim flicker of flames,

I look toward my ceiling and Heaven to ask,

"I'm thankful to be alive in the future, dear Lord

But what was it like in the past?"


This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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StarAtreyu said...
May 20, 2009 at 4:24 am
Nice Point of View.
 
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