the gentle scent of
febreeze and arthritis ointment
drifts through the air.
the room is full of memories
of a day far better-
where skin had not
been eroded away
by hot chicago nights
and tiredsom advances.
where my body
was strong and youthful
and time was not
seen for what it really is-
cruel and teasing.
and the worst part of it all?
the paint on the wall really
did have too much yellow.
Author notes
prompt-your photograph.
isn't is funny what you remember and what you don't?
A contest entry
- people watcher by zillion.
300 points, ended May 7, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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it is funny. very.
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