NOW AND THEN
How often I have wanted
To drift back through the years,
Searching for the “happy times”,
You know, the ones without pain and
The unquenchable thirst for…….?
Without even a hangover, or
One that would not be remembered.
There would be no back pain, nor
The memories of knee replacements.
The hearing would be better and
The eyes clear, covered only with
The “cool” aviator wrap rounds.
Hair was slick then, the sideburns
Giving way to a chin not marred by
Scruffy growth or poor judgment.
The music was slow, time stood still,
Summers never seemed to end
Nor did our innocence, or dreams.
Who knew the word “nostalgia”, or
Could envision using it in a sentence?
Days seem to pass by now, crowding
More memories into smaller books.
The pages are worn, some marred by
Sadness, loneliness and, yes, even death.
The richness of life Is there, chronicled
In a weathered face now lined and scarred.
The eyes still twinkle, though less often,
And the stomach protruding just a bit
Over blue jeans not in need of a belt.
Yet, this is the morning of a new day,
Without need of drifting nor looking back.