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The Current of the Years
by David CunninghamWhen I was small my dreams were great,
Men and tanks obeying my command.
It seemed sure the world would fall,
Mine would be lordship over destiny.
But these were only fairytales,
Passing on the current of the years.
Growth and time changed my mind,
New eyes awoke to something fair.
In the early days of being a man,
I imagined the touch of another's skin.
Her lips and breath warm upon me,
Adventure I would match with passion.
But these were only hormones,
Passing on the current of the years.
Before I kissed I learned to listen,
Touching with words before fingers.
I courted and married one summer day,
Family plans laid for years to come.
The house was bought with lawn and dog,
A spare bedroom and play park nearby.
But these were only intentions,
Passing on the current of the years.
Without so much as "by your leave",
Nature stripped me of my wife and dream.
Now I am older, and yet young enough,
To imagine what my life could be.
Sometimes I wonder what can hope achieve,
These thoughts too are carried away.
05/24/2010 Posted on 05/23/2010
Copyright © 2025 David Cunningham
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Linda Fuller on 05/23/10 at 09:45 PM I very much like your title and how it is repeated throughout your poem. I see a river with everything floating away. This poem is so sad. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/05/12 at 02:19 PM This a very poignant and personal piece. "Passing on the current of the years" is a fine line. May your coming years be full and happy. |
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