"bunkmates" poems
Aging
It begins with a whisper
Different goals, lower expectations
The past beginning to fold in
Aching creaking bodies
No longer too young to die
Pressures displaced
Making babies
Paying taxes
Slimming debt
Years begin to scream
WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING
WHAT HAPPENED TO THE YOU THAT YOU WANTED
TIME IS RUNNING OUT
Pipe dreams shredded with old receipts
Your bunkmates married with kids
Another old conversation
Saunters through brain waves as you stare at wedding photos
Buy an expensive car
Have a scandalous affair
Peirce strange places
They ask why?
Because
That’s just what people do
Get old
Get scared
Pretend
Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 8:27 PM UTC