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Ain't it funny?

Poetry By: jmurch
Poetry



I am closing in on forty years old, and I wrote about thinking of the days gone.


Submitted:Feb 17, 2013    Reads: 67    Comments: 12    Likes: 7   


Here I am adrift and forlorn

On Church Street in Orlando

Without a word to say

In the dimming lights of yesteryear…

ain't it funny…

I grasp for twenty years gone by,

But I find only stardust

Falling loosely from my hands

As I remember the faces of the countless …

ain't it funny…

I remember painting Ft. Lauderdale blue and red and yellow

As I drove with friends to Key West on a whim

Just to say we did

And now these memories are gray within

ain't it funny…

these days now gone when

when I thought I would be somebody,

yet here I am

in the colored blur of time

thinking

ain't it funny

because it ain't, you know…it could be

I remember coffee at night with friends by my side laughing 'bout nothing

Exploring old abandoned houses because we had nothing better to do

In places with people I will never see again because

I am lost in the taste of today, you see…

it ain't funny, yet it is…

Today, I saw a shadow in the silhouette of the sun

With a young me staring back at me today

In the dull shine of my pupils

Trapped in lost dreams forever gone…Are they?

it was so beautiful…it was

those days when I dreamed and believed and hoped,

but I am simply entrusted

with a mere thought and a question…

ain't it funny?





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