Looking Back At Dinosaurs

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

If you're not there yet, just give it some time, you will be one day, soon enough ...

 

 

 

Looking Back At Dinosaurs

 

 

It seems I express my thoughts best,

By setting them down to pen.

So then should we not commence,

Should we not now begin?

 

Growing up my folks were average,

So much like you and I.

They were not rich nor famous,

But by golly they did try.

 

They worked hard for every penny,

bills galore was their reward.

Living from paycheck to paycheck,

My Mom in a mental ward.

 

The school of hard knocks was our teacher,

With him you did not mess.

Beans and fried potatoes for supper?

We felt most surely blessed.

 

We moved so often from place to place,

Wandered from town to town,

Never getting a chance to know anyone,

'Twas not long we'd be around.

 

My Step-Dad, well he liked to drink a lot,

I wondered why way back then.

He treated me better than his own son,

He was also my best friend.

 

As a child I found it impossible to imagine,

A time when our parents were young.

A time when they,too,were just children,

Just wanting to have some fun.

 

They seemed much like dinosaurs to me,

Having already lived forever.

“They must have been born as parents,”

My, wasn't I clever?

 

I never gave even a moments thought,

To all that they went through,

As they struggled to raise my brother and I,

And put us both through school,

 

While my Step-Dad worked hard each day,

Sweating to pay our bills,

Struggling to hold off the creditors,

Scraping to buy Mom's pills.

 

We watched cartoons clueless each day,

To the troubles that they shouldered,

With no thought for the burdens they carried,

Watching them grow older and older.

 

Never once did it enter our childish minds,

That one day they might not be found.

One day we would desperately need their help,

But our parents would not be around.

 

The dinosaurs would at last become extinct,

And we would be left alone.

Now our children call us the dinosaurs,

As they watch cartoons at home.

 

(This poem is dedicated to the memory of my parents. I so wish I could have said then what I know to be true now)

 

(Written October 14th, 2011)

Written By Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn

Copyright © 2011 Marvin Thomas Cox

DBA: Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn

All Rights Reserved

 


Submitted: November 17, 2020

© Copyright 2020 Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn. All rights reserved.

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