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I Was So Much Older Then When I Was Young

by Tony Whitaker

In what direction do lost men veer?
I smoked my first joint
Before smoking my first cigarette
The sensation of eternal damnation
Awaited the same

Relaxing late at night
With Army buddies
Behind our barracks
Hallowed bells echoed from
That old Baptist raising
For my self-righteous soul
A knell which failed to hold

So, I looked to my right and said,
“Hey, don’t Bogart that joint”
Chuckling as it passed my way
To think of how life looked
Behind new eyes
As I took another hit
Of fresh air!

09/28/2011

Author's Note: It was January of 1973 and I WAS much older then when I was young.

Posted on 09/28/2011
Copyright © 2021 Tony Whitaker

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Mo Couts on 09/29/11 at 02:20 AM

I read this many times and each time it hit more than the last time. What a read you've created here. Very nicely crafted with a heavy message.

Posted by Laura Doom on 10/01/11 at 10:43 AM

Don't know about 1973, but I think this merits a hash tag in anyone's poetic network...

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