Sometime before then when boys were not men
and ladies were still girls with real curls in their hair,
I was there.
After the age of eight it became a little too late to stop growing up,
and so I started throwing up and being sick,
time being too quick for me,
I saw the oil slick of years slip by me
and all of a sudden I woke up to be,
someone who was not
'my cup of tea'

Sometime after that and before the end of it
when I was old and could remember only a little bit,
I'd forgotten that I was once eight,
forgotten that once
I couldn't wait to be nine,
forgotten that time passed so quick for me.

My footnote in the pages of history,
will read,
'who the flaming hell was he,
what did he see so differently?

And the grip of time pulled me onto age nine
and it all
fell away,
a child but for a day when the whole universe stops to play
and time in time puts a halt to it,
a fault of mine?
a fault of time?
in some time I may remember.