if I don’t see you tonight
it’s just that my imagination is not
what it used to be
ever since the world started
picking up speed
somewhere near the turn of the century
and I found myself growing a tail
I didn’t know I was supposed to chase
a decade later I chopped it off
realizing how stupid it looked
on a man my age
instead took to the streets
falling in love with ideas
I couldn’t wrap my arms around
since money was no object I
experimented with synthetic drugs
that led to little red corvettes
the kind that went 100 miles per hour
by simply putting your foot down
come morning I would be surprised
to find the rising sun
encouraging me to brew some green tea
and swallow vitamins and minerals
that were supposed to keep me young
soon thereafter I would hit the bricks
waving goodbye one last time
telling anyone and everyone in my wake
if I don’t see you tonight
I’ll see you in saint louie
june two thousand sixteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
EX cellent!
thank you Bonnie
brilliant
thank you Morgan
you’re welcome
If only we could skip the ageing, life would be very different – brilliant poem John! 🙂
Thank you so much, dear friend.
Somehow there is a price to pay somewhere… a touch of Dorian Gray maybe.
I had not made that connection, but yes, perhaps a touch….