Memories

Memories

A Poem by Sarah Wood

 

What ifs and maybes

How can one aspect of time change another?

The one you dreamed of marrying, the one they called Davie

How you felt embarrassed and how you always blush and stutter

 

You once dreamed of Peter Pan and Cinderella

Always finding new best friends and then loosing some

When you herd the other little girls laugh and tease, the ones you called Curella

When your father teaches you the guitar and you learn your first strum

 

Your first dance is always interesting

Monday’s start to be the worst day in the world

When the girls at school are always criticizing

 You now feel you are drowning and your head is beginning to swirl

 

Your first kiss

You know he’s the one

He suddenly looses all interest and you feel as if you where falling into an abyss

You are deep in remorse and sorrow like your heart has been stunned

 

You are older and feel wiser

 The fun you use to know is gone and now replaced with wild and crazy times

Your first job and you are not a miser

You don’t want to get addicted; you just want to try it, just onetime

 

After parties are now habitual

Dancing is not only fun it is how you fit in

Getting along with everyone has turned fictional

 Your main objective is to try and stay unnaturally thin

 

Your priorities are to fix what you have severely harmed

Applications are a hassle and stressful tears start to unfold

It is time to leave the nest and now you feel alarmed

Living on your own and now you’re not too bold

 

 When your life is now expired

Your soul holds a million memories of life’s past

You dream of your firsts and lasts and how what used to be no longer exist; you’re tired

Life is full of wanted and unwanted tasks. 

© 2010 Sarah Wood


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This is excellent, and so true.

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Sarah Wood
Sarah Wood

Jefferson, GA



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"I know not how to tell thee who I am. My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, because it’s an enemy to thee." ~ Willam Shakespear in Romeo and Juliet. more..

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Vengence. Vengence.

A Poem by Sarah Wood