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Seven Years, part 3: To See
by Richard VinceChange is something we do not measure,
But see as a dichotomy, forgetting that
It is gradual, piecemeal; constant.
I went to the pub because I wanted
To think deliberately; to unclutter
My heart and mind. Seven years ago,
I went to the pub because I wanted
To make new friends, and to embrace
The new life I had just begun.
As I began to think of who has
Changed and who has not,
I realised that we all have, but
None of us completely.
It would be easy to assume that
I have not changed, but I have
Not merely sat here for all this time:
I have been to a great many places
On my way here, and I will go
To many more after I walk away.
All I wanted to do was
See what else has changed
While I’ve been away.
08/30/2010 Posted on 10/12/2010
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by V. Blake on 10/12/10 at 07:36 PM You can never go home again, eh Richard? I'm gonna have to look into the other two parts after this one. Nice write. |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 10/12/10 at 08:05 PM I always find there to be something so melancholy about this acceptance. But really, in the end, what else is there to do? Your rhythm is a little different, which seems fitting given the subject at hand. This is wonderfully written. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/13/10 at 04:22 PM The last three lines are the ones that hit me the hardest. They almost read like an introduction to whatever you might write next. Great stuff. |
| Posted by Amy Niggel on 10/27/10 at 05:48 PM This reads like the opening to a novel or at least a short story. Well done as usual! |
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