The older we get
The more we reminisce
Of the good ol’ days
And the people we miss
Hanging out on the block
Setting the pavement on fire
Or walking back and forth
Until our feet grew tired.
I remember the days
We used to play
Outside until the street lights
Lit up and we said goodnight.
I remember the days
When we played baseball behind our house
No fence and no stand
But fun, yes, we had.
We thought we were so old
Walking around on Linden with our stupid stroll
Smiling at guys as they paid us attention
Then flipping the bird if they dare had a word to mention.
Silly, silly, silly
I was such a silly little girl
13 years old and thinking I ran the world
Walking back and forth to the Ave.
Picking up clothes and buying bags
Buying shirts that didn’t fit
And showing off my little-bits.
I remember those days
When trouble was so far away
The biggest issue was the guy poppin’ a wheelie
And the father who didn’t see
This “little punk” as a cutie.
I remember those days
When the park was our spot
We sat on benches under an old tree
And talked about what we’d do when we turn 16.
I remember those days and how I wished they’d go by
Even though summer was indeed always the best time
I wanted to grow up and be a woman you see
And now this woman is missing those days terribly.
I was raised in the 90′s (I’m a 80′s baby), but no song goes with this poem better than this:
If the truth was always told
There’d be no lies
If success was so easy
I wouldn’t have to try
If failure was calming
I’d sit back in bed and smile
If optimism was genetic
I’d always be just fine.
If my destiny was in cards
I’d pay the fee
If hope was like a branch
I’d be an apple, and it the tree
If love was a rope
I’d be holding on
If the answers were in a book
I’d read all day long.
If a kiss could heal the world
I’d French to fix all the wrongs
If joy was in the sky
I’d find my way to cloud 9
If pain was like the sea
I’d always choose land
If beauty was just inside
Makeup would have no demand.
Fulfilling goals and accomplishing dreams.
If it all were so easy
What would I write about? My knees?
There are bridges that we build in our lives. Some crumble and fall, set on fire and burn, shake and lose their strength, or cave to the pits within. We are all architects and engineers. Some projects fail before they even come to fruition, and some last and accomplish their mission.
Should we build bridges to last? To hold steady and withstand the blast? Should we build on solid rock, so they weather the storm, or on dry shallow ground, that can possibly fall. Should we repair our bridges or move on to the next? Hold onto the tattered weary bridge that’s stood firm the best? Should we mask it or paint it? Rebuild and renew? Or should we just move on, start fresh and anew.
We all have bridges in our lives. Regardless of our struggles, wins and strife. Losses, grief or accomplishments in life. We build bridges though some may fall. But be sure to hold onto the most sacred of them all. Build them with steel; weld them deep in the sea. And ensure that bridge is always safe indeed.
I wonder what it took to make the blues
When I’m down I don’t think about making no tunes
I don’t pick up pen and paper and write like I’m mad
I don’t open my mouth and sing like I’m glad
I do more of the ‘moping and crying’
Sighing and dying
The only sounds that come out of my mouth
Would make you run away from this house.
I don’t know how they got the blues
Blues, all that jazz and R&B tunes
I sit and I think and I do pick up pen and paper
Start writing a note, hand over the NyQuil
But wait… save that for later
I sing when I’m happy, not to ease my pain
Why waste such fun, it’ll only be in vain
I sit, and I boil, and I get even madder
I think of climbing up and jumping off the ladder
Then I think, boy I’m as crazy as that Mad Hatter.
Well if I sung the blues I’d have something to say
I’ve had a tough year, and a terrible day
I’ve failed in so many ways, and been in so much pain.
I’ve lost my strength, left with what to gain
I lock myself in a room and stare at my face
If the mirror could sing the blues he’d have a lot to say.