Accidental Poet

Tailgate for Two

From the back of my truck

There’s a tranquil view

Perfect for a setting sun

And a tailgate for two

 

Watching that sun go down

Brings thoughts of years gone by

The things I did or didn’t do

And all the reasons why

 

Sitting here with you

Confessing secrets untold

Sharing life stories

And heartbreaks of old

 

Heart influences

From many tears and smiles

I’m amazed as I tally up

The years and miles

 

Battles of the heart

Regardless of won or lost

In time, everyone wins and loses

When you calculate the costs

 

And your own treasured past

To me you entrust

Our lives not so different

Survival we know a must

 

In the school of life

We’re to learn from our mistakes

And some might wrongly think

A fool of them it makes

 

Thought you were the only one

Not quite good enough

Same as me you wonder

Just who you can trust?

 

Looking back over the years

And many lessons learned

Things we might have done differently

Had we known the knowledge we yearned

 

So quickly the hours they pass

From sunset to this starlight view

Thank you for your warm company

On this tailgate for two

 

Copyright © Accidental Poet 2015

Comments5

  • Louis Gibbs

    I thoroughly enjoyed this tailgate party, A.P. Well done poem!

    • Accidental Poet

      Thanks Louis. I thoroughly enjoyed your compliment.

    • ShannonXx

      This was wonderful

      • Accidental Poet

        Thank you Shannon, I really appreciate you reading it and your compliment.

      • Heather T

        Love this tail gate tale told from poet's heart view.

        • Accidental Poet

          Thanks Heather. I think it's a tail we can all relate to. Survival is a must.

        • myself and me

          Watching that sun go down

          Brings thoughts of years gone by

          The things I did or didn’t do

          And all the reasons why

          I know there is something I can do now but simply do not have the courage to do it, that I might regret when I look back. I just do not know, when I watch the sun down, can I face it. Like this poem.

          • Accidental Poet

            That's called being at a crossroad and indecision as to which way to go. Been there many, many times myself. Good luck with your decision. And thanks for your note.

          • malubotelho

            Beautiful writing. I love the soft way of your writing. Very gentil.

            • Accidental Poet

              Thank you very much, I find it more pleasant to read than loud harsh sort of writing.



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