I TURNED NINETY FOUR
Do you recall being thirteen, So long ago for me, Like a dream,
Playing with friends, girls, and boys whom I haven’t seen for years.
Where are they, I wonder If my old school mates are alive, once a child,
Growing up as a teen full of energy, malt shops, drive-In movies, and T.V.
A few friends still In touch with Is a most special gift of all, I recall,
Vietnam came along, A sad song, some boys I once knew are now gone.
Times have changed, music, cars, dancing, and those long lost childhood ways,
I was once thirteen with dreams of growing up and having a wonderful family.
These things of wonder are now all gone, once my future now the past,
I was at a time very young playing in the sun, Sitting here now I am old,
I turned ninety four, memories of a life playing In the sun with friends now gone.
Keith Garrett
HBD!
Thanks for reading.
On Thu, Aug 1, 2019 at 9:20 AM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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Oh this aging thing we all share. Thank you for this poem.
Thanks for reading.
On Fri, Aug 2, 2019 at 5:37 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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I’m writing a fictional book about a 92-year-old woman who looks back at her life. I loved this poem.
Thanks for reading, and good luck on your book.