I’m not like that anymore – Said 50 years into the future.

People forget all about what they don’t remember.

People forget all about what they don’t remember.
Older – getting older – moving closer to the
State of being colder – my friends are moving closer too.
Let’s lighten up the message – There’s still
Some work to do, as we consume another day.
Take some time to rationalize and patronize
The past.
Look up an old friend – I haven’t seen for years,
Take a drive and visit their current life, in this instance.
Talk of fifty years ago – if you are able, to do so.
Congratulate your friend and his dear wife,
Still together after over forty years,
Of marriage.
Still holding hands and not for show –
They mean it.
Still in love with each other, and married life.
My friend is still in love with his one-time
And all-time – lover, wife.
I feel a bit of envy and sadness – thinking
My ex-wife and they,
Were good friends back in the day.
I listen as they tell me – with love,
To my face, of my disgrace.
“You were a dog, back then!
“A womanizing wanderer – addicted to
Random sex. Reckless humping,
In the back of cars, in front of cars,
in parking lots, in trees,
On restaurant floors, and Queen Street trolleys.”
I defended myself by saying with a smile,
“It takes two to tango – I didn’t have a chance,
When a sexy, sassy woman, chooses me,
For a fluid exchanging, fierce orgasmic dance.
Women have needs too.
“A ‘may?’, becomes a ‘must!’
“Our lust betrays our trust!
“We kneel and bow down to our gonads, once again.
“My wife started doing the same, and I was sad.
“‘Hey, two can play that shallow game,’ she said.
“As she started playing, our marriage died.
“A death filled with lawyers, but what could I do?
“Do you really think it is so simple, giving me the blame?”
“Yes,” they said, “she loved you.
You are the owner of the shame.”
“But,” I stammered, “you don’t understand,
I loved her too!”

I forgave them for their judgment.

Older – getting older – moving closer to the
State of being colder.
My friends are moving closer too.
Let’s lighten up the message – There’s still
Some work to do, as we consume another day.
Take some time to rationalize and patronize
Our past.

“I don’t do that anymore – I am happy,
For you two.
“Some are made for sameness,
“And others to explore – some are bored
With tameness, and always go for more!
“We both gain and lose perspective,
Our opinions are subjective, to reflect
Our point of view – and both are true.
“Different lessons learned and understood,
Surely, in the end, it is all good.”

I watched my old friends as they walked away from me,
Saw her hug and squeeze as she said to him (I thought) as she squeezed,
“I’m so glad I have a man like you, and not a man like him.”

I thought about it later – hey I introduced you two – I changed your lives – you’re welcome.

I’m not like that anymore – we change as we get older.

Our friendships do change too — a natural regression, looking back.

Stuck in a sequence stance – that is relevant, no more.

It’s best to focus forward – try closing that backyard door.

Empaths don’t forget – for better or for worse,

Not sure if that’s a blessing or a curse.

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