A Moment Of Weakness (Poetry)

I won’t get sentimental now
I can’t wind back the clock
no point in trying anyhow
the years have seized the lock
the key is lost, the hands long-stuck
on midnight as the hour struck

I was no Cinderella then
a modern girl no less
who left no shoe behind her when
she gave up foolishness
those dreams of a dark handsome prince
who’s never tried to find her since

Yet there are times the past creeps through
some thin unguarded crack
a passing face the spit of you
and memory floods back
however hard I train my will
you are my weakness — with me still