I came across this poem recently; more of Virginia Brasier’s works can still be found in printed form, or on Google Books. This was originally posted (from what I can find out) in the Saturday Evening Post, Volume 221, 1949. Whenever it was written, it’s just as timely and poignant today.
“Time of the Mad Atom”
This is the age of the half-read page.
And the quick hash and the mad dash.
The bright night with the nerves tight.
The plane hop and the brief stop.
The lamp tan in a short span.
The Big Shot in a good spot.
And the brain strain and the heart pain.
And the cat naps till the spring snaps—
And the fun’s done!
By Virginia Brasier
How true this is! 🙂
Very! 🙂
“I am the cat who walks alone and all places are alike to me.”