Tenderness
What are the tricks of this trade
To master
The kind of kicks
That won’t fade
Hopefully
The bittersweet mischief
Comes with every age
A comforting silence
Embracing all we wonder
What are the tricks of this trade
When age is just a number
Let’s dress up and pretend
This trade isn’t dirty work
The rewards are wonderful
When ya know the tricks
Let’s make this last
Until you’re nineteen
That way
these days will continue
To drown in adoration
Stood side by side
Like Saturday and Sunday
Repeating
Every week
Yes it’s so
That you’re nineteen forever
Remember that
Oh remember
When Monday feels so bleak.
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Author:
Harry Atkinson (
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Comments2
Nineteen was a very long time ago for me but in my head I am still thirty five - until I do something physical. LOL
Andy
yeah, this - simply
is why I choose to champion poetic write's
and shall continue, to do so..
no my world didn't explode
nor was I lulled into an out of body experience
blah, blah, blah
no: its simply the fact
that for those brief minutes
I was lost within the world
your words curated into existence
and, that's all that we need - sometimes
just an avenue, a conduit
to help us escape, even for a fleeting while
while we doggedly traverse
from one blink, to our next..
thank you, dear poet
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