64A Poem by Lydia Shutter64
the song played on the record player it was on the sgt. pepper album turning on the stereo i remember it so well because, well, it was yesterday, wasn’t
it? we danced in the basement of your
house colorful beads hung from the doorway i can still hear the way they jingled
when someone walked into the room catching us in a “too close for
teenagers” embrace we laughed at the lyrics 64? hell, that was eons away but the stereo is an antique now and i kinda sorta am too if i dance the night away my body rebels for days i used to live the love poems i wrote really! the waves kissed my toes while you
kissed my lips the man on the moon smiled down on me
even winked when no one else was
looking where did these deeply etched lines come
from? when did an exciting evening turn into answering the final
jeopardy question? calendar pages have played a dirty
trick on me so now i must ask you “will you still need me, will you
still feed me” yea, i’m 64! © 2017 Lydia ShutterFeatured Review
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