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Ephemera
today i am thirteen
bundle of contrast
creature of passions
swinging wildly from
mercurial cerebrations
when i smile
my gums show more than my teeth
today i am sixteen
free-wheeling
liberal anti-war pro-change
any change
torn by desires
but i can wait
my parents say love is dangerous
for someone my age
i'll wait til college for love
when i smile
the world is enveloped in sapphire
Today I am twenty two,
A brilliant intellectual,
Lover of art,
Enthusiast of writing.
I possess a degree in English
And a secondary in Literature.
Here's a secret:
I'm gonna best the world.
Renowned author, esteemed journalist
Look for my name in the papers.
I'll be magnificent
Even if I'm
Apprehensive
Leaving the corral of my childhood.
How quickly it slips away...
I don't smile. I only grin.
Grinning is witty, right?
Today I am thirty-one
Not so brilliant anymore, I guess
I write manuals for Incotech
And know very well the intricacies
of modern appliances.
There's a woman, Pauline...
Should I wait any longer?
All my life I've been waiting for love
And here it is,
Radiant, beaming...
I... I'm still young.
There is no moment
too late for change.
When I smile
It's with Pauline.
Today I am forty-three
And my son is thirteen.
Sometimes I see him under fans
spinning opposite to their motion
then suddenly stopping.
He sways dizzy into Pauline's arms
laughing.
Pain runs through me.
I think I'm going bald.
I am a father, an executive of Incotech.
They expect me to be wise...
It doesn't seem so long ago
that I was spinning under fans too.
When I smile
I'm thinking about my son, and how he'll best the world.
Today I am fifty-eight,
My hair, once speckled with gray
is now speckled with black.
I am almost old.
I am no longer young.
My son is twenty-eight,
Already published.
Wrote a book: 'Smiles of Youth'.
More magnificent than I've even been.
Sometimes that makes me smile
Other times, cry.
I go for walks with Pauline now
In the springtime
Especially in the springtime
Now that ours in gone.
When I smile
I look like a grandfather.
Today I am seventy-six
bundle of contrast
free-wheeling
Used to be a brilliant intellectual,
Not so brilliant anymore.
Used to spin under fans
Not spinning under fans anymore.
My son's son is thirteen today.
creature of passions
swinging wildly from mercurial cerebrations
He calls me Grandfather.
And has just realized
that I soon must die.
Just like me.
How quickly it slips away...
I smile.
And read the first words of my son's book one last time.
"Never wait. Never pause. And never hesitate to turn your life around."
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Comment by: Dakota - 2008-03-18 09:00
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I raced through this - it has that speed thing going for it - because it's interesting and full of observations. I like the everyday language and the conversational nature of it. There's some nice poetry too. I liked -
'Leaving the corral of my childhood'
Never too late to change, to break the mould - to be yourself. All good lessons, or examples for us to consider.
A thought to share:
Not sure about the title? Lovely word - but maybe not accessable to everyone - maybe that isn't important to you? Maybe it gets people to look? Or even just look in a dictionary! Depends what's on your mind. |
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Comment by: Loloix - 2007-12-10 03:33
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im thinking of the things when the speaker reaches 100..*winks*
nice poem.. it's gentle.. |
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| this poem is amazing it's really deep, i hope that i can writer at your level one day. |
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Comment by: - 2006-12-22 08:50
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| you're right: there is no time, there are no excuses, and all things must pass. my son and i? we're exactly alike, and yet exact opposites: i'm a writing fool, but he won't even TOUCH a book. still, as he can do one-handed-handstand pushups, and his genius is with people skills and money, he's superior to me in many ways :) |
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| Wow this was truly touching, I have to say that it made me think about my life in particular in a different way. To be able to convey that through a written piece is not to shabby in my book. Keep up the good work brother! |
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