Tuesday, February 17, 2015

60 ROUNDS



I HIT MYSELF SO HARD I KNOCKED ME OUT
When the words
won’t come out right
I look to go back to an earlier life
when there was less complexity,
more humanity in the visions
I see laying round about
earlier versions of me.

Everything good comes easier,
to youth with less walls
to inhibit the reams of dreams
that always started with
“what do you want to be when you grow up?”

This whole growing up thing,
what did it bring to me?
Certainly there was some pleasantries
that came with acquiring age
but at every stage I lost
some of what I had been given when I was a young dope,
small and unlearned
but filled with hope
for simple pleasures
that filled my leisure’s
until street lights came on
to drown out moon lit nights.  

A man can only look back
at the things he wanted          
when he was just a kid
and wonder
what happened along the way
that split the seams
of those simple
childhood
dreams.


© M Durfee
2.17.2015

8 comments:

  1. we lose our innocence and can become jaded far too early
    depended on the circumstances and things we witness...its sad if we give in to it though...cause that is what keeps us crippled and in place...in line...

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  2. Dreaming is a bit like knitting ... now if only I knew how to knit ... awesome poem, Mark ... smiles ...

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  3. Wish I could remember those dreams as more than a passing fancy of childhood

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  4. I get it, Mark. I remember all the dreams and am fulfilling them more and more these days. Yes, I have become much more cynical about people--wary of them. But I know that other people don't make the dreams come true--I do.

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  5. How sad Mark to look back and wonder what happened to all those childhood dreams ~ I hope I still have some years and energy to realize some dreams ~ Have a good week ~

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  6. I guess we all struggle with lost dreams at some point, one can only grip new ones. Beat your chest and go on :) Hi there, I missed everyone ;)

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  7. Oh man! This is something I'm thinking about a lot lately. Probably because my bean is just starting his life. The hopes, the dreams, the idealistic picture still alive in him...

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  8. Mark, most of my dreams and hopes have had to change. I live for contentment and peace. xo

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So Walking Man I was thinking...