- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Their Old House
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Click hereMy chest tightens
as I round the familiar corner
Everything is so alike
Yet everything is so different
Wasn't there a rose garden
in that patch of weeds?
Didn't I swing with delight
on that rusty pole?
And the interior, new and improved
forbidding in its icy coolness
Gone is her familiar chair
the funny stories
nodding and smiling
Gone is his beloved workshop
smell of sawdust
twinkle of the eye
In my mind
everything is whole again
We are eating dinner together
They are young and beautiful
so far, so far from death
and I, a mere boy
taking it all for granted
Their old house is gone--
time has stolen it
down to the ground
Yet I will never forget
his beautiful smile
and her eyes
as innocent as a child
- COMMENTS
duddle146over 17 years agoTime flowing like a river. Our youth to never end. Yet end it does ~ leaving us with those bittersweet memories. I loved this poem.
Anonymousover 18 years agoI'll have to agree with don. Definitely, good poetry! I liked that image.
dcpoet44over 18 years agoDidn't I swing with delight
on that rusty pole?
that leaves plenty of imagination, but you definitely can reflect to the past with nice imagery.......don
Anonymousover 18 years agoway about my parent's old house on the lake. My dad passed away a few years ago and I drove by the house a year or so ago. It was strange not seeing him step out of his work shop or hear his voice yelling out to me. Thanks Sack. that was a beautiful piece of art you created that will mean a lot to a lot of people.
