Oh God to be young again!
Rid of the grey, the wrinkles.
To live those carefree days again.
Pimples? A crush on what’s-his-name?
High school cliques and watching Elvis gyrate?
No-Doze to pass Dr. Parkander’s killer exams?
Grad school living off hot dogs and beans?
Note to self:
Put all the candles on the cake.
Blow them out in thanksgiving
instead of blow-hard forgetfulness.
Day 20 of National Poetry Writing Month. Today at Toads, the prompt is to write about a wish that would somehow produce something not as good as what you’d hoped for – when good wishes go bad.
Once we get past the mirror’s desire to be young again we find every candle is more precious.
Ha ha, I enjoyed all the permutations of this one – being in a position to relate to it all.
“Those were the days my friend…”
Really we had it bad
Lilliian, I’m glad you had that list, most of us had most of those worries.
Let’s us not wish to go back.
Stay Safe !!
This is lovely! ❤️ So often, it is that we are led down the memory lane of youth and we find ourselves craving the scent of bygone blossoms.