Seeing the river again
and the rolling green hills
took me back
to another time–
a time before this time,
when all I was
was much simplier.
I carry around more complexity now.
Complex stuff that people carry with them,
like subtle dillusions of grandeur
that a two-bit play actor
would hold onto
just because he thought
others expected him
to hold onto these notions,
and because
we can never go back
to the beginning,
even when we visit
the place we were born
with best friends from then.
The faces are different now,
but still the same.
You know what I mean–
people struggling to get by,
people trapped in their dreams
that they pray will save them, and
people who will die, wishing
they had done
so many things differently,
while they had the chance.
But we can never go back–
back to when we began
as young boys playing beside the road.
Young boys in Martins Ferry.
But we can rejoice in our reunion
in another time–this time
when we are much older, and
when we can remember earlier times
with much love in our hearts.
Dedicated to Dan and Richard. Thanks for all you have given to my life.
Ah!!!
Thanks, Brother Don!
Aurora…Thanks for your comment. Yes, I agree it is a small respite, especially when accompanied by two of your best chidlhood friends.
Reading poems like this is kind of like going back, at least it feels like a small respite from the rush of today’s world. Good read, Don.
Thanks everyone for your comments. Reunions are so important and remembering who we are.
beautiful, don.
Wonderful!
it’s important to keep space for remembering
(and forgetting)
cheers
Though we can’t go back on time, memories serve us just fine. Your poem made me nostalgic.
Beautiful Don… I hope the 3 of you enjoy your day together…
sending Love!