Sweet memories floating gently
From twin juke box speakers
Wearing bell bottom pants
And bright red sneakers
My hand holds more memories
Bottled into an ice cold beer
Of good times and places
Full of laughter and cheer
The cracked mirror behind the bar
Reflects my old wrinkled face
Kind of lived in, with tired eyes
Still shining with purpose and grace
The song is over, I get ready to go
My head is filled with memory lane
But no way can I stay in one place
There are still more dragons to be slain
- Author: Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 3rd, 2017 02:11
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 71
Comments7
What a great start to my day, no worries now if a dragon gets in my way. I shall recall these words and move on from that place!
Thanks Dan, the good work is never done! Happy slaying!!! 🙂
A fine write Fred.
Thanks for reading and your kind comment, orchidee!
When "The song is over", is a good time to go. Been the story of my life, it seems. Well phrased reflections in this one, Fred!
Thanks Louis, you did read in between the lines. Clever you!
Very good write, I was there in bell bottoms and platform shoes.
Thanks Goldfinch! Those were the times, and don't forget the brillcream!
Would I ever forget the brylcream.
Ah, you are such a sweet poet, Fred, I can't help falling in love with your pen.
Thanks so much Kevin, now you make me blush! But I am happy you like my scribbles.
Really like this Fred till the last line " to slain " just stop the flow , even to be slain would work better , cool poem though !
Thanks so so much WL! You are absolutely right, \'to be slain\' is much better. It is amazing what difference one little word can make! I actually agonized over that line for quite a bit, but unfortunately did not have your insight. Am changing it on my copy and will see if I can figure out how to change it on the site too.
I think I've been in that bar...more than once. So you took me down memory lane with your poem. My question is, "What was the song?" I guess we all have our own personal favorites. I've noticed that with each passing year, the Dragons get bigger.
A well written, nostalgic poem. I loved it. - Phil A.
Thank you Phil,
It was something by Elvis, or maybe the Beatles. Thanks so much for your comment!
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