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time's not stopping for me either
by Morgan D HafeleAnd suddenly it's almost 20 years later
& I'm still in that empty theater watching
Bill & Ted's Bogus Journey.
What happened & how did I get here?
The same cliche questions popping
up in my brain that I have heard
in countless movies about
one mid-life crisis or another.
I'm not to the I need a Porsche stage yet.
I haven't had that many dreams
crushed by the reality we all
like to shrug off as cold.
I've seen the inside of a few too
many nondescript little bars.
& fought my way out, somehow
alive, of countless meat market clubs.
& even in those nights that just rolled into each other
I never understood the lifestyle.
I just took advantage of it.
I don't see any faces from the past anymore,
but I fear my 10 year reunion
the same way I would fear
the second coming if I believed. 03/26/2009 Author's Note: caitie likes this one... i guess i do too a little bit.
Posted on 04/01/2009
Copyright © 2024 Morgan D Hafele
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 04/01/09 at 04:37 AM I'll third that. It's odd... the impending 10-year. I do like this and I'm totally there, bud. ~Nita |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 04/01/09 at 05:22 AM yeh....wait until the 25 year reunion....a trip into aging faces!! MFS |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 04/01/09 at 02:39 PM i've always been a firm believer in the quarter life crisis. this is a true affirmation of that too. |
| Posted by Rowan Luis on 04/03/09 at 12:06 PM heh.. life is constantly a crisis though really isn't it, you just gotta make sure none of it is so bad that you need to go out and buy a porsche ;)
"& even in those nights that just rolled into each other
I never understood the lifestyle.
I just took advantage of it."
that's true for so many people, it's like a whirlwind and its only really when you look back that you realise you never understood what the $#%@ was going on |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/04/09 at 02:11 PM A self analysis I think we all go through from time to time and in different ways at different ages. Well put Morgan. |
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