“If I knew that today would be the last time I’d see you, I would hug you tight and pray the Lord be the keeper of your soul. If I knew that this would be the last time you pass through this door, I’d embrace you, kiss you, and call you back for one more. If I knew that this would be the last time I would hear your voice, I’d take hold of each word to be able to hear it over and over again. If I knew this is the last time I see you, I’d tell you I love you, and would not just assume foolishly you know it already.”
“Nobody deserves your tears, but whoever deserves them will not make you cry.”
Mary Lou may shoot you smiles left and right,
but prom wasn’t a mutual agenda,
so your date to the dance
degrades you to tears.
The greenbacks you trusted in baseball,
lush green fields, and the sun warming your face
are batted out of the park,
never to be seen again.
Academia actually abandons you
so college is a waste of time,
though your professors’ lectures
inspire you to write (to little success).
Corporate highrise shadows leave you in the dark:
without employ, purpose, companion.
Midlife crisis opens R.G. Books
on the corner of Frost and Poe,
where half the customers wandering the aisles
leave with the smile they came with,
only a memory for you to keep
in your empty pockets.
Now, I don’t mean to discourage you,
as I feel I might have.
You may scoff in disbelief,
knowing you’ll do better.
But I know you won’t,
because nothing could champion the life I’ve known.
I invested my dreams
in friends, fortunes, futures.
And I didn’t achieve what I had hoped for;
I was rewarded with more.
So thank you, me,
for dreaming, hoping,
and getting me here:
seventy years later,
with but a life of memories
to comfort me.
Getting quite bored with reading “The Picture of Dorian Gray”…