a black and white reel from yesterday
the blossom falling from the flower
while the clock ticks away the lonely hours
all the innocence seeped away
painted with a brush that’s somewhat jaded
a mirror reflection of who we were
looking back a likeness blurred
the image not at all the same
deterred by the game as on it played
wondering where the good life went
now that we are old and spent
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
2 comments:
nice write!
Well written poem that is stirring my thoughts. Funny how you never quite turn out to be the person you wanted to be, life always gets in the way
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