449 (16.09.2015)

This sonnet's written while I'm on a train
Remembering my friends from long ago
Who I'm going to meet now once again
I hope my nervousness it doesn't show.
When we were younger we all met in school
We grew up there together for five years
And we were taught how to be hard and cruel
And how to magically conceal our fears.
It's over thirty years since we all left
And thirty years of life that we've all led
Tonight we try to conjugate the theft
And ponder how those years so quickly fled.
I hope that they're all happy, loved and free,
And that they all look much older than me.

No comments:

Post a Comment