Born in the wrong Era

I love the older things in life, I want to own a pocket watch and I want to own a record player. Some people can't understand.

The meadow was still,

Like a portrait it captured its magnificent beauty,

Only the sound of the wind dancing with the leaves accompanied me that day.

I feel wrong,

Born into the wrong era I am misunderstood,

A lover of the older things in life,

I am shunned in society.

Tick tock..tick tock,

I look at my pocket watch,

Judged by the people around me I am yet again,

A ghost in peoples eyes,

A shade under the tree of modernization,

Forever to be Judged.

I feel right,

Alone in my own right I am unique,

I, lover of the older things, smile upon life,

For this tree is my safe haven,

Allowing me to be invisible,

And free from being judged. 

Author's Note

The tree I refer to is my girlfriend, It may not have come through clear but she is the one that understands me so in this poem in the last stanza the tree I'm referring to is her.

Reviews

[Lizbeth]

I have read some of the other reviews and find it interesting that so many people can relate to what you have written.
Sometimes at work I want the pace to slow down just a bit - "more haste, less speed" doesn't seem to count any more. Sometimes I too wish that life's pace wasn't always in the fast lane.
You summed it up so well.
Thanks for sharing
Lizbeth
Thanks for sharing
Lizbeth

[Patricia B. Hepler]

We are none the same. Enjoy your uniqueness with a passion, for you will enjoy life immensely by staying true to self. Celebrate! I have a penchant for old skirts and Art Deco era costume jewelry..who knows? I might just find a top hat that I like, also ;)

[David Lewis Paget]

You may be surprised to learn that a lot of us older writers feel the same way. I began to write in the 60's, just at a time when all the short story magazines were beginning to fold, and the newspapers no longer printed poetry. The 1930's was the great decade for writers, with a huge number of publishers all falling over each other to find work to publish. By the 60's the market had thinned out, and many publishers subsequently merged with each other, creating a smaller but elite marketplace. I too, was born too late,
David.

[xxxrawr_friendxxx]

I feel like this sometimes. Though I'm a girl, I've always wanted a top-hat and a pocket watch. I love this poem... so relateable.

[Tattered Teddy]

Nice. I have often felt this way myself.
"Judged by people around me I yet again,
A ghost in peoples eyes"
Bloody brilliant!

[Ariana H]

I really love this, It explains how a lot of people feel. This generation sucks.. Ha.

[Jazique]

Aw that is so sweet and in some ways that is for some ; to like the oldies or more advanced they almost seem like they were mean't for a different Era and you potrayed tha tperfectly for you self with a descriptive opening and all these metaphors of imagery. Well done.

[mariah]

thanks so much for wrtting this, i feel the same way to. beautiful work!
-Mariah

[Hidden Happiness]

i feel like this a lot of times....some of my writing are like this and i feel like an alien sometimes and just wanna run away....i could really relate..definitely amazing:-):-).

[deepblue04]

I totally relate to this!!! Good job! I hope to see more like this!