Driving through my childhood
same houses, old trees
jarred by new bikes and even newer faces.
Pick and choosing the memories;
some too hard to take with me
some I forgot and glad I did
and some I must treasure for I almost forgot them.
Some cameos aren't so pleasant
as my dreams of them.
Green is where I am headed
the other side - grass or no grass.
I walk the road following a dream that
leads to who knows where.
I must leave behind yesterday
and tomorrow seems forever far away -
today is all I have
and that must be enough.
Another one has said carpi diem.
But mine is a weak grasp
but maybe enough for ceasing that which
is necessary to make it all worth while;
to make it a day one wants to awake to.
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Comments: 4
your poem is wonderful.. evoking feelings and memories forgotten for good reason but perhaps it's time to face them...
but that is why i can write of them...the facing make them what they are instead on inside monsters. c.