The boy on the mantle piece

I don't know me now, I am a stranger
From my own past. No, I don't know me now.
Where is the tomorrow of my yesterdays?
Is this man that I don't know the boy that poses
In my photograph? Has my name, but nothing more.
He wouldn't know me at all. The dreams we shared,
Are they all gone? Did this stranger kill them all?

So meet the man that never was from the youth
He should have been. So you think you know me now?
I am mere ashes from the fire in the dream. So where is the
Youth that never was and the future that could never be?

So my friends you know me now. Fool, drunkard, liar
Clown. Yet when you shave, put lipstick on who does the
Mirror see? So remember this my friends, all the hurt,
The pain, the sorrow, was not a part or scheme
In me in my tomorrows.



Poetry by joe sparrow
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Written on 2010-02-09 at 20:06

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NicholasG
I overheard my father muttering to hinslf, many years ago, "I'm not the same person I once was...," and as an afterthought, "I'm not even the same molecules."
I guess were best to live in the moment and crazy glue the mirrors together in hope they create some temporal wormhole.
Thank you Joe and welcome to poetbay. I enjoyed this.
Nick
2010-02-10