Yesterday’s prompt was to write a ‘leftovers’ poem. This got me to thinking of how we often look at old pictures of ourselves, or reminisce on the past, and how sometimes our old selves still creep through into the present. Enjoy dear readers…
Leftovers of a Past Life
Looking over old photos now
With a wearier pair of eyes,
We coldly question ourselves
And cringe at the clothes we wore.
Lost friends loom back at us,
We wonder where they are now
Whether they are thinking of us
Or if they remember us at all.
Some show the simpler times
Where hair and dreams were wilder
And we stayed out far beyond
The booming bells of midnight.
Even if there is a tinge of regret
For our wild rambunctious ways
We still hang onto the evidence
For when we need soothing nostalgia.
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