Natural by Chris Sorrenti
Yes
There must definitely be a problem
Cause I can’t forget all of you
Places where I made the grade
People who I lived and loved to
A while ago
And I’m walking in the shadow
Of the man I was before
Talking to myself in dark rooms
Trying to convince myself
That things are still the same
And I haven’t got a clue
As to who has my name
Years ago in distant lands
It was all so clear to me
Just run and run
Don’t look behind
Get off on the sound of traffic
See the girls / don’t know their names
Guess I’ll have to learn them
Catch the sun inside mid-flight
Get to feel it burn you
Walk on the wind
Escape the sins of trying to make the future
And I haven’t prayed today
Haven’t said confession
But this poem will do just fine
When I realized that she was pregnant
It all finally dawned on me
Something inside I can’t explain
Guess that’s how things have to be
I see my parents growing old
Yet getting better all the time
They’ve done their bit
Said their lines
Now the curtain’s closing
And I know that someday I’ll be
Walking in their footsteps
© 1979
Inputted © 2015
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11/02/2015 Author's Note: Words of the untrained poet; a hodgepodge of experiences, tenses, pronouns, left unrevised for posterity, subconsciously based on the theory that the past, present, and future exist simultaneously. Maybe a little self indulgent, and yet after all these years, I still like it for all these reasons.
Posted on 11/02/2015 Copyright © 2024 Chris Sorrenti
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