An Enemy to Keep Close

By Mitzi Danielson-Kaslik

Time is my true enemy,

It both refuses to keep me young

And beautiful and will not allow me

To grow up fast enough,

It keeps me from my lover

And will not let me marry him

Until I turn 18,

It allows others to mock me

For my youth and gives me no way

To mock them for the fact that they will

Soon be a fossil, which,

I am told, is rude,

Time burns me in the summer

Months and refuses to allow me

Cool shelter and each year

Sweeps all the cherry blossoms

Away from me and forces me,

To watch them decay

Upon the rough pavement,

It turns the green leaves

Copper crisp as harvest brings

Me all the soft apples and pears,

Despite the fact that strawberries

And raspberries have all been stolen

By time, I shall instead

Add blackberries for sweetness,

And then eat my pie warm by a crackling fire,

With glowing lanterns burning outside,

Time is my true enemy,

But I have been told

To keep my enemies close,

So I will keep time in my heart,

Beside my lover,

Until I turn 18

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