Toast and Jam



Every day seems to be the same,
I listen to the rumble of a passing train.
The sound of children playing in the street,
and the pounding of many passing feet.
It seems as if it were only yesterday,
that I myself was a child at play.
Off to the shops, with mum and dad,
if I got an ice cream, I was really glad.
Then school, nose to the grind,
lots of swat, and homework, or else I got left behind.

Work came with money in my pocket,
save hard to buy a car, and a girl a locket.
Parties girls, and fun,
weekends, spent lying on the beach in the sun.

Love, hand in hand,
down to the jewelers shop, to buy a golden wedding band.
Married, mortgaged, and in hock,
things to buy, rent to pay, on the place we got.
Children crying in the night,
parenthood, god, what a fright.

Before you know it, they are all grown,
left the nest, out in the world, on there own.
Which brings me back to where I am,
sitting here eating toast, and jam.

Tango.







Poetry by Tango
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Written on 2009-09-13 at 07:01

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NicholasG
The short outline of most of us.
I enjoy the anticlimactic final line.
Nick
2009-09-13


Bella738
I really like this it flows nicely and makes nice images in my mind :) well written
2009-09-13