Apples

All the little dolls

Perfect pink and velvet stars

I watch the others watch them pass

Marvel at the drool inspired batch

I wait for the crowds to clear

I wait for my ideal,

I wait till the brink if that is required

I wait for the crisis to expire

I wait for things unclear,

I wait for a spark-a reveal to alter everything

All the chosen ones

Dollied up and prettied upon

So many choose, so many, so young

Desire to want or to become

I look past the glamour and the glitz

To see if something real can be made from this

But those pretty darlings need love too-

I’m glad they’re fortunate to have each of you