I survey Summer in the city
Along the century old brownstone tenement walk-ups
With their garish red & yellow carpet
Plush mashed down
Showing jute threads
Evoking memories of Cinematic Theaters now closed
Stoop rounded steps changed by seasons
Rather than Postal Carriers
Trudging through gloom & snow
Unable to stand strong as before
I lean & sway against over-painted
Wrought iron railings
Watching pigeons and the loud youth of today
I am happy for their naiveté
Of their Summer wasting
Remembering the stern stares & admonitions
Of my own long ago
I now keep quiet, ‘lest I become
As the new grumpy old men, I have known.
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this is just beautiful to read out loud. so smooth in iys flow. the last line is awesome.
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I know this poem of course ...
but for some reason every read of your work brings new elements to the forth. I am so glad, Donnz, that you truly remember how it is when one is young. You are a compassionate being and I love you for it.
Thank you for resurrecting this write -- it is a joy to read and reread your work.
Love
Myra
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