Mid-Life Crisis

feathers

"Father, why do your eyes
tear up when you
talk about love?
Is it because when
you were sixteen,
it meant more than
it does now?

"Father, who do you
imagine when you
talk about love?
Was she a
spring break could-have-been,
or was she a
star in your eyes?"

I never get
the courage
to ask my dad
about the past,
and I'll never get
the courage
to tell you
how I feel,

but when all the cigarette burns
have darkened my lungs,
when the hope in my heart
finally fades,
and when I sit with my son
and tell him about love,
will your face be in my mind?

I think it will.
I think it will.

I think it will.

Because you're the latter,
and the former,
and everything in between.
You're the latter,
the former,
and everything in between.

hsewif

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feathers

Thank you.

twin2

This one is good. It really made me stop and think.

Kovo

Great poem.

bossman3188

24 years old, mid-life crisis. nowadays hits you when your young.

feathers

bossman3188 wrote:

24 years old, mid-life crisis. nowadays hits you when your young.

That's what inspired the title, actually.

Thanks for the positive feedback.