Once upon a time...
there were pirates in my dreams.
These pirates had fun.
These pirates were good.
It was all about the song and dance,
the costumes and the ship.
Since those days I could have been anything by now.
So here I am
not a pirate
nor a homeowner.
No new car
or shoes.
Hopelessly determined to
pay my bills on time.
No fanfare up my alley.
No name in lights or stone.
(It's those distractions that distract me)
I have to-dos that need to doing
every day.
We all do.
We all do.
Can't help it,
still expecting
the day when it all ties together:
the losses acknowledged
the secrets unfolded
the reason explained
the love returned
the earnings paid
the revenge served cold
So I am older.
So I am wiser.
So tired of saying-
so that's how it goes.
Life is not a story
with a predetermined twist.
The end is subjective.
The plot is self-driven.
And as good as it may ever get,
there is no such thing as
happily ever after.
Author notes
"If only I could undo the things I didn't do
I would".. (Trevor Ohara 01/2009)
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Comments
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nice analogy with the pirates
i really related to the mid section
and like the way you summed it up in the final stanza
great write
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neat
nice flow of words, I like the rythem, of this work. I loved the way the pirate ship in your head. Goes on to being older. It was a pleasure to reas.
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