who was I
in the millennium year
two thousand
zero zero
who was I
in seventy-two
when politics changed
and the lefties rose up
who was I
what was I doing
when Apollo
went to the moon
who was I
in nineteen fifty-six
when the Olympics came
to Melbourne
who was I
back then
I was forty-four
I was thereabouts
I was alone
and a loner
I was a teenage kid
still excited
by what might be
in my lifetime
my classmates and me
on the floor
in our assembly room
watching black and white
and grey
on the brand new
school tee-vee
I was just
a babe in arms
in Germany
on the way from nowhere
to somewhere
who knew where
who knew what
who
knew anything
back then
~
Poem #502 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.
Really like the poem. Title is perfect.
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Hi Mark. Thank you.
There’s something about the contemplation of time, isn’t there? It can give quite a jolt (to me, at least).
Delighted you enjoyed the piece. Thank you, and I hope all is well with you.
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It is, Frank. The older I get the more I move backwards in it. 😊
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hehehe careful we don’t bump into each other, Mark.
Cheers
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🙂🙂
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Very different now!
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Same here. Such big changes over time!
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Yes, I get those feelings, too. And, you know what? Sounds like we’re pretty well the same age.
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Must be thereabouts Mick., but I think there is a point, regardless where we all have that sense.
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There is. And the older I get, the more points I think there are.
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Yes. You’re vdry pointy, Mick … lol
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Love this, Frank!
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Cheers Ellen. It seems to resonate with those of us that have attained a certain standing in our lives.
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🙂
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