Thoughts at 40 . . .
Not so romantic
as the years file out
choices used up
each by each
To be 40 with 56 cents
or 56 with 40 cents
needing typewriter paper
a pack of cigarettes
Old friends
and family wax fat
buy bigger houses
newer cars
Your date of birth
recedes over the horizon
on food stamp forms
Simply too late
to join the game
Scrape the drawer for change,
enough nickels and dimes
to march for a sixer
The wind is cold and brisk,
to draw succor from it
is the trick.
The poem is the thing!
To walk out upon the pavement -
and feel it breathing in the air!
Not so romantic
as the years file out
choices used up
each by each
To be 40 with 56 cents
or 56 with 40 cents
needing typewriter paper
a pack of cigarettes
Old friends
and family wax fat
buy bigger houses
newer cars
Your date of birth
recedes over the horizon
on food stamp forms
Simply too late
to join the game
Scrape the drawer for change,
enough nickels and dimes
to march for a sixer
The wind is cold and brisk,
to draw succor from it
is the trick.
The poem is the thing!
To walk out upon the pavement -
and feel it breathing in the air!