Sixteen Again (2019)

I know I won’t ever be sixteen again;

  and I know I won’t reach six feet in the end.

But I'll remain satisfied on the inside,

  as long as you say you’ll remain my friend.

  That’s why I'm speaking in rhyme

now, while I can still remember how.

  Let’s not pretend; even the best have an end.

You know well they’ll come a day

  when you’ll age and yellow like a paperback page.

But you’ll find that I won’t mind,

  as long as your soul refuses to fade.

  That’s why I'm writing these lines

now, while I can still remember how.

  Because I know someday that, too, will change...

But as long as you aspire

  to be someone I admire,

that devil will never have its day.

Reviews

[Paul]

Documentation
1/26/2020
3:52 PM U.S.A. MST
This review content authored by PB Jacobs (www.writerscafe.org).
My review content of "Sixteen Again (2019)," by Wesley Dingler.


Hey, Wesley!

True. Life quality does matter to some of us. I don't get the Betsey Chiffon type who ignores what's in front of her, in favor of being a big, fat pig! Just a thought... Your content mellows my thinking out, as I think about a couple having a few drinks on the porch, or just someone like you doing the same thing...

This is a mellow, yet heartfelt content draft. I kind of like it, but I just can't be sentimentally-toned you!

It is neat work, though...


PB Jacobs (www.writerscafe.org)

[Wesley Dingler]

It's all good my friend. This is still one of the best reviews I've had in a long time.
On the mellow part, I started some long time ago writing what I call toneless poetry (as opposed to tone-poems). Content is the way that is done. I figured if I wanted to pull off what I was trying to describe as toneless poetry (some will say this is NOT toneless) then I had to observe what I love about life, and not what I do not.
In this example, I'm getting older every day, but It's cool because the woman I love the most is getting older along with me.

Cheers, my friend.

-wes

[Wesley Dingler]

Also, I just want to edify on the I won't reach six feet in the end. One reader took that as I may never climb from my own grave (which is sixfeet under) in the end. That's a good one too, and if I had thought of it, I would have likely went that route. But no, I'm only 5 feet 8 inches tall. I meant, literally, I will never reach six feet tall in my life time.
But I'm okay with that, too.

[NotUsinganymore]

Very interesting poem. I never want to be sixteen at all again. It was a sweet narration.

[Wesley Dingler]

Understandable. I don't want to be sixteen again either, but I know some who would jump at the chance. I think they are sad for it, and lost in search of what it felt like. Herein, I am only appreciating everything I have now, and not wishing it away for whatever nonsense I was after those days.

[NotUsinganymore]

Interesting. I don't remember ever being happy when I was 16.

[Wesley Dingler]

Me either. That's another reason I don't want to repeat.
That may be the best reason of all I have.

[Fairy Khan]

This is so sweet and beautiful. Just what I needed to read this morning.

[Wesley Dingler]

Thank you for saying so.
I start everyday with a poem--typically a positive one.
It's like my cup of coffee, which I can't drink.
But I can drink in as much of these things as I like.


-wes