NEW YORK 1943.

A WOMAN REMEMBERS HOW TIME GOT WASTED.

How it is and was.
That is where the time
Goes. You knew that if

Dowski had his way
The whole love affair
Would fizzle out like

A damp firework.
You had to keep him
Interested, do

Things, tell funny jokes
Introduce him to
New things, new over

The top weird lifestyles,
Experiences,
New music, jazz, art.

I’ve had a busy
Day, I need now to
Relax, he’d say and

Take his body to
His armchair and plonk
It down and close his

Eyes. Coffee’d be nice
And how about a
Bite to eat and while

You’re there bring me the
Paper and has my
Book on stamps come from

The store? That is where
Time goes. You knew that
If Dowski had his

Way the whole affair
Would fizzle out and
That you’d be just some

Other dame he played
Around with before
Going home to his

Boring wife and kids
And dog and cat and
You’d be all alone

In the apartment
He got for you like
He did for all the

Other sexy dames.
But that was then. Keep
Playing the game of

Back then. You’re his wife
Now. Right here, right now.
His other wife is

Buried in some small
Forgotten graveyard
In New York. The kids

All scattered now with
Families of their
Own, seldom visit,

Hardly say boo. That
Is where time all went.
Funny thing life. One

Minute you’re the young
Sexy mistress, next
You’re the boring wife.