Nineteen YearsA Poem by OneAmongstManyNineteen Years This will always be home Where the trees loom and the long grass Tickles your legs in the summer time. This is where the birds sing and the sheep Are to be heard across the green fields, Such is the peace and silence of home. At night the stars stretch out to eternity All awash in milky white, they reinforce Our tiny yet so significant existence. The fire crackles in the comfort of the room Where family convene and reminisce About the very early days And the hilarious hijinks of times gone by. Down the road a bit Those buildings represent years of memories That shop you used to think was so much fun That place you never visited but wished you had That alley you had always found haunting Yet you took it as a shortcut anyway For the nature of that place was such That everyone knew everyone Yet no-one really knew each other. That place is where so many friendships were made But now are gone forever Made irrelevant by this transient life But they all played their part in the grand scheme. On a bit further Here is what defines these nineteen years These strange impractical shapes But the wonderful times found within Filled your soul with joy to a point Where the years to come seemed frightening The years where those you turned to will be gone. What faces will take their place? There is no way of knowing what lies ahead And you cling to the fading souls of that place, One in extreme particularity. But she and the rest are gone with the wind To take their place in flattering memories. One morning you step out to the morning air And feel the familiar breeze once again Only this time, it is the final exeunt, As every bird, bee, flower and tree seem to bow In a final flourish of colour and sudden beauty. Only now after nineteen years is the magnificence Of home so astounding that you feel you have made Such a terrible mistake to leave it behind. But then, as you gaze for the last time Upon the glorious green horizons in the distance, As the climbing white clouds contrast the bright blue sky, You feel a sense of fitting conclusion, An almost happy ending. So nineteen years have come and gone, So quickly and so slowly all at once. But never mind, it is time for the next chapter Time for the lighting of a new light Time to replace the old and familiar With the new and inspiring Time to look for the final time on this place as home Time to say your farewells and goodbyes Time to reflect on the transience of life Time to feel that pang of woe and nostalgia Time to leave it behind, the green and glow Time to look to the winding yet exhilarating road ahead Time to call it a day.© 2017 OneAmongstManyAuthor's Note
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