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Had A Good Run
by Don Matley
The sand has almost sifted its course
But at least it was high quality
Bikes, chalk on pavement, scrapes and scabs from bleeding knees
Stings and honey, (preferred the paste)and wooden telephone posts
Holding the skip rope
Young love, more like lust, surging and purging, our urgings
Then crushing heartbreak and Dante’s despair
Allayed by rational and prolonged love, leading to marriage
The fights, the make-ups, the kisses and misses
The miracle of birth and the travail of children
The bills, the pills, the chills and the remedies.
And above all the rush of the clock
Where were we when the infants morphed into men?
My god it just slipped away!
Out the back door while the pizza man rang
But we still have the photo albums and the DVDs
They tell us we are old now
But my mind says no,
While my bones say it is time to go
But can’t we turn the glass over and resift the grains?
Alas here the negative applies
We are full, satiated from the main course we journeyed
No dessert at our age, less coffee and tea
“Just the bill now, thank you waiter,
the reckoning”
07/01/2013 Author's Note: We had three boys and the days of rearing them seemed a permanent reality especially when they were bad or demanding.But they grew up like weeds.Now the house is empty. It's just us! We do have two Shelties and a cat to keep us apart.
Posted on 07/01/2013
Copyright © 2024 Don Matley
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/01/13 at 09:48 PM Having retired just over a week ago, and although I only have one son (now thirty), I can sure relate to this one Don. Well stated. I guess we've both lost a lot of family and friends these past few years, including Maureen. Feeling a special loneliness at this end as a result. Hope you don't leave too soon, but if you must or it's God will, I understand. Meanwhile, thanks for the company. :) |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 07/02/13 at 09:04 PM Very enjoyable if that is the word that can be used in this context. We all end up there, looking back more than we look forward. Well done! |
| Posted by Rob Littler on 07/05/13 at 02:02 PM Your images, ending in the first part, drove me to tremble, faced yet again with the fact our day to day experience in consciousness can get droned away. But who can live in permanent full understanding, Self-Actualized, wise beyond fault? This question plagues me. I do like the close of the poem, accepting the remembrance, the nostalgia that comes with having eaten such a fine meal-of-it-all; it leaves my mouth gritty every time I read it. |
| Posted by Rob Littler on 07/05/13 at 02:05 PM Your images, ending in the first part, drove me to tremble, faced yet again with the fact our day to day experience in consciousness can get droned away. But who can live in permanent full understanding, Self-Actualized, wise beyond fault? This question plagues me. I do like the close of the poem, accepting the remembrance, the nostalgia that comes with having eaten such a fine meal-of-it-all; it leaves my mouth gritty every time I read it. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 07/07/13 at 10:14 AM this is a splendid ode, Don, and powerfully relevant of the way things are when nestlings have flown leaving two in introspection's grip the remainder of the trip? |
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