Now

Now

I’m staring at the faces on the wall.
In their eyes I see hope that glimmers—
a hope that in me has faded.

One day older I’m growing jaded.
Maybe they’ll be able to do it better—
make the dream seem less like a fable.

In the meanwhile I sit here, swaying to older tunes,
romanticizing a past that I haven’t even seen.

D.L. Lang
D.L. Lang
D.L. Lang of Vallejo, CA is the author of nine poetry collections, including 2016's Poet Loiterer which Kirkus Reviews described as containing "Free-spirited ideals couched in fairly infectious rhymes." She enjoys performing her poems at open mics and entering them in county fairs.