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Run!

by Chris Sorrenti


Has the lipstick got you scrambling?
pot belly - a grey hair?
stairwells suddenly much too steep?
taking away your breath?

You better run!

With make-up
some same aged pretty
hides her wrinkles
over a face once peaches n’ cream
has the nerve to point out
your fading good looks

Truth - a dagger piercing the heart
so easily now it wounds
run before you bleed to death

Run! - you better run!

Has the music lost its luster?
tempo changed from fast to slow?
rock is rolling into migraine?
putting pains in your chest?

Well beware my little insect man
for you are as the fly
no more no less
a bolt of lightning
across the Summer sky
and Mr. Chair’s a spider web
getting bigger with the years
don’t let your sneakers
get caught in the silk

Run! - you better run!
- but where you gonna go???

© 1986

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07/28/2004

Posted on 07/29/2004
Copyright © 2024 Chris Sorrenti

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Ashok Sharda on 07/29/04 at 03:29 AM

' but where you gonna go?' There's no place. so... just (run) BE. haha. A beautiful sarcasm.

Posted by Rula Shin on 07/29/04 at 05:25 PM

As Ashok said, 'nowhere', so running will lead you there faster. Stay. Stay HERE and NOW. I really enjoyed this Chris as with all your works it is clever and well written with a hardy helping of sarcasm and witty plays on words. Wonderful job as always :-)

Posted by Anne Engelen on 07/29/04 at 08:07 PM

Why be in a hurry to get to a place you'll end up after all. Take the time and enjoy getting there! Fun read.

Posted by Maureen Glaude on 07/30/04 at 09:46 AM

rock is rolling to migraine is my favourite line in this intriguing "ditty-like" poem. Quite the rhythm and pace to coincide with the theme. Would make a good song.

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 07/30/04 at 11:39 AM

This tongue-in-cheek commentary on aging brings a smile! I walk rather than run thank you! Need not work up a sweat over getting old! LOL!! Your usual fresh look at life!

Posted by Vimal Rony on 08/01/04 at 01:18 AM

A poem set at a very good pace just as it's title suggests and carries along with such neatly tucked in tongue in cheeks under some beautifully delivered lines.

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