Grains of Time
As young Undaunted men
Courting the Pretty Girls,
Filling frivolous moments
In search of some vague
And haunting Realities,
Time was not a relative thing.
We Lotus Eaters thought
Little about life’s Timeline.
For we were going to live
Forever in that misty amber
World of Mahogany Bars
And Tinkling highball glasses.
We made love to lovely women,
Came close at times to a
Modicum of Maturity, only to be
Dashed by other pretty faces
In the crowd and those alluring,
Tinkling, highball glasses.
We wrote our insipid poetry on
Bar napkins and business cards,
Those droll lines that joined us
In our painful Morning hangovers
Along with black coffee and the
All day ingestion of breath mints.
At our ‘Reunion’ last year, all of us
Now happily settled down with
Wives, grown children, grandkids,
And ‘Arthur’, we tipped Highball
Glasses once again and agreed:
‘Our Way was the Only Way!’
Billy Ray Chitwood – February 5, 2017
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Lovely, Bill. Clearly this poem could only have been written after many years of experience and ability to look back. A certain melancholy mixed with satisfaction. Well done.
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Thanks, good friend! ♥
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