Time Flies

It’s after midnight
It was nine when I turned on the lamp,
sitting here, neither reading nor talking
alone in the house
who is here to talk with?

Only the shade of my former self
reminding me of earthly pleasures past
a bed of dark pecan
the lushness of a hip and breast
her limbs perfect and trembling

revealing to me as well
streets now unrecognizable
houses and taverns which are no more
and those still standing
I will never pass again

And the ghost of my former self
has been shown the sources of sorrow
the grief of families, separations
a pyre for the woman
burying sons

After midnight!
how the hours have sped by!
after midnight;
how the years have sped by.

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About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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3 Responses to Time Flies

  1. beetleypete says:

    Such a moving love song, in that old-fashioned style that works so well.
    Much like your poem, Frank.
    Best wishes, Pete.

    Liked by 2 people

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