MISS RIP VAN WINKLE

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    MISS RIP VAN WINKLE



    Miss Rip Van Winkle
    100 Years Asleep
    I will not be here when you wake
    What the hell do you think I am,
    Immortal?

    Miss Rip Van Winkle
    Who told you to take that long nap?
    I was all set to party
    and you took a snooze
    Party Pooper!

    Miss Rip Van Winkle
    Lost somewhere in dreamland
    I hope you find what you're looking for
    lost loves, decapitated dragons, mists of moonlight
    Bad Dreams?

    Miss Rip Van Winkle
    Did I detect a groan?
    Are you emerging from your slumber?
    Will you fix me coffee, bacon, eggs?
    I'm hungry.

    Miss Rip Van Winkle
    Still, you lie there sleeping, the world goes on
    Wars, poverty, hnger, crime, the return of "Desperate Housewives"
    You shall miss it all in your comatose compartment
    No Alarm Clock.

    Miss Rip Van Winkle
    I'm starting to yawn
    And sometimes I envy you, not knowing
    Not wanting, Almost not living
    No, I want to live.

    Miss Rip Van Winkle
    99 Years and counting.
    We will not be here this generation when you wake.
    This house will be bulldozed over
    But you will awake, Refreshed.

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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