Devilish Labyrinths

As children, we spent youth’s first whispers
In the mall, and its winding halls that led
From one store to next like a maze or labyrinth
Except no Minotaur was chasing us but one
Which is time, though we had no way of knowing
We were being hunted, so we were pleased
To think these moments might last forever
And no noose was round our neck. How little,
How little we knew that time’s sharp arrow
Was pointed at each of our throats. And now

That we’ve been fished out of that labyrinth
And placed in the world, dried of our dreams,
I wonder if they who once roamed its halls
With me look back at the mall and muse
At what youth once was? Or is it just me?

I really have no way of knowing.



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Written on 2025-11-09 at 18:48

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
I couldn't agree more. I thought it was a 'thing' about getting old, this looking back and wondering about former playmates, friends, lovers et cetera.
Once, returning to a town in the UK in which I spent many of my years, I was looking at the faces of passers-by on a busy shopping street, anticipating that I might recognise someone.... BUT then it suddenly came to me that they would have aged like me, and I would have no idea what they actually looked like after all those years!

So, no, it isn't just you, but I do think it is an occupation that we do more frequently as we get older.
Blessings, Allen
2025-11-10



i luv the nostalgia in it
the lucidity, the talent and this passage is my favorite
"which is time, though we had no way of knowing we were being hunted"
2025-11-09