GB's Poetry
aka, soji
Page 2
Some days are...
When I was young
(just last Tuesday)
the world was a wondorous place
a grand, great-to-be-alive place
but, full of unanswered riddles
and mysterious things
I could never hope
to understand.
But, now it's Wednesday
and I am older
(I'm always older on Wednesdays)
and the world
is still very much the same.
Tomorrow, if it's Thursday
I may be a drum.
(I'm not always a drum on Thursday)
old letters...
I was going through some old letters
a few days ago
when I came across a picture of you
from all those years ago.
It was sort of odd too, because
just a couple of days ago
I'd been thinking of you
and how beautiful you were.
I smiled when I saw you there,
then I frowned...
I hadn't remembered
your nose being quite that large
or the way your right eyelid drooped
a little more than the left
and I wondered if
you always had your hair done that way.
It had to have been a bad picture,
so I crumpled it up
and threw it away
and sat there, smiling, remembering
how much in love we were
and how beautiful you were.
