I'm sure there was darkness and despair but my naive life would have none of it


Ode to My 60s

There was a time
When my mother's
Broom closet was
Commandeered
By a Parker Hale
Super Safari
And a Browning
Sweet sixteen

When pocket knives
Were de rigueur
And starched
White Surplices
stood as Angels
in the corner

Absolution if required
Was a blessing away
In a darkened box
On a sunny summer
Saturday afternoon

Innocence drove
A sun drenched life
Filled with malted
Shakes cherry cokes
The Nelsons and Maverik






Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-03-20 at 17:28

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
As I recall, there were darkness and despair, but there also was a lot of what you've described. Thanks for the stroll down memory lane. (I wonder how many of us understand that last line.)
2016-03-21