Everyone's gonna get caught

Revised

we used to live down by the old shoe factory me ..you..and tommy..popcycle sticks in our spokes playing on the old sewer pipe drains laughin and lying, with your daddy's stolen smokes   candy store dreams that non of us bought afraid of the dark, afraid to get caught be slick...be smart...use all that you got times running out... but in the end everyone's gonna get caught   everyone falls in love some time everyone tryin to stay cool hot summer nights, pegged pants tight, bleedin over some teenage rule that was us way back then...that was our youth, hopin to keep what you got too young to stand up..too weak to man up, but in the end everyone's gonna get caught   everyone changes, and the time rearranges the way you look at your self bicycles in garages, childhood mirages things you place high on a shelf maria she moved on, with a kid on her own.. tommy he still plays the game the memories are all broken cats still stand round token nothin to defend but your shame you got to take it and go...forget what you know the summer streets are hot no time to be who you're not, but in the end everyones gonna get caught   i left it all behind, cept that bicycle of mine burnt out street lights and a twisted stop sign it was just life i was livin...the life i was given i never complained a lot i had my fun...i did what i done.. i earned all that i got maria's somewhere in omaha  tommy's no-where.. waitin on drugs that he bought i'm unloadin trucks...ain't getting paid very much, but in the end everyones gonna get caught.   everyone's gonna get caught, my friend it's just how it is...and has always been you can find you a rainbow, search for its pot hide in the suburbs, make you a lot raise you a family, give it all that you got, but in the end everyones gonna get caught   there's a rhythm to this life it hides between the noise of grownup responsibilities and yesterdays childhood toys there's places to hide bandages for the wounds you fought but in the end everyones gonna get caught

 

Reviews

[Spat Queen]

I had to review this piece. It reminds me that when I was in school I was always the straight and narrow because I was never smart enough to figure out how not to get caught. i think it is a monumental part of of my personality the part that admires people who take the risk. I especially admire the people who have mastered the art of keeping from getting caught.

this piece has a superb charming rhythm that speaks to every reader.
/everyone falls in love sometime
everyone tryin to stay cool.../

This was always my weakness, it is not a secret I keep well, unfortunately for me.

I love this piece.

[Inactive]

I must say, I simply loved this poem, I found it to be a perfect reflexion of the past.

[FuMiko]

A piece you can't read only once. The flow is fabulous, and it leads you gently into each line.
At the beginning, it's almost a very fun peace, but the truth is hidden in an almost darker sense.
I really do like it.

[No More]

Fantastic! I felt like I was right there with you! It's going on my favorites list.

[Aspiring Angel]

I don't know how I missed this one on your first page. What a wonderful way to open your reads this morning. You imagery always supurb and everything you have placed here is going to touch a piece of someone whose heart is reading.

I really liked these lines because they just kind of reach out and smack you in their truth.

"there's a rhythm to this life
it hides between the noise of grownup responsibilities
and yesterdays childhood toys"

And thus a poet finds his words within a lifetime of memories.

Wonderful as always my friend.

Hugs,
Lesa

[G]

How true, we all get caught and we all getaway with something. I could see me back when I was a kid.

[Silent Kim aka mizmetap..]

Yea life catches everyone, we can't run, we can't hide. We just keep living without regret, like you said:

i had my fun...i did what i done..
i earned all that i got

So we move on. Excellent write as always.

[Angel Baby]

" there's a rhythm to this life it hides between the noise of grownup responsibilities and yesterdays childhood toys"
We have all to grow up sometime, but we can still keep our toys bike ) and the memories. Great write, found it a pleasure to read. PW

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

Very well written poem. Nicely done. Thank you for sharing and welcome back to the Cafe. Debileah

[Nick Erickson]

Rain, what can I say but excellent.

The flow and rhythm was like listening to a smooth jazz song.

The last I checked your site was closed and I was a bit bummed thinking you had left.

Glad to see you back and open for business again.

Well done!!