Memories

depopulationINC

Dedicated to a friend whonever left the city limits until the age of 34. he is now 41. It is the only time he has ever been outside of the city limits. He left only to attend his grandmother's funeral

Memories
And the morning mist
Take me back
Oh the days I missed

Contact
Take me there
You’ll know that
I don’t care

Who is there for me to blame
Just sit around
Cuz life outside
Surely it’s the same

City limits
Near but far
Why would I leave
Liked it here so far

And what’s more
Enough for me
I enjoy routine
Why explore
Don’t want to leave

twin1

Good poem! I can't even imagine staying within city limits. If I had the money and time I would be travelling more than staying home. Too many amazing and wonderous things to see and do. People who stay in a cocoon like that make me sad. Life is too precious and they miss out on so much. What is the point of a life not LIVED?

twin2

This poem made me think. Some people are satisfied with the same thing/routine. I don't mind it sometimes but I wouldn't like it all the time. It's a huge world out there, endless exploring to do.

Ms. Haiku

I didn't feel sorry for the main character or pity him when I read the poem. Depop, you don't seem to judge your friend too harshly in the poem, and that reflects well on you. I would suspect that this person probably knows a lot about the area more than I know about many areas since I'm a wanderer.

twin1

Bibliobella wrote:

I didn't feel sorry for the main character or pity him when I read the poem. Depop, you don't seem to judge your friend too harshly in the poem, and that reflects well on you. I would suspect that this person probably knows a lot about the area more than I know about many areas since I'm a wanderer.

I think if that is what he is happy with, more power to him. I hope I did not appear to judge him! I did not mean to. I do know people who have grown up in the same place and lived there all their lives, never really venturing out. They do seem happy and content with that. I guess if that is all you know, that is what you are content with. Isn't he curious though?

pacifier

Bibliobella wrote:

I didn't feel sorry for the main character or pity him when I read the poem. Depop, you don't seem to judge your friend too harshly in the poem, and that reflects well on you. I would suspect that this person probably knows a lot about the area more than I know about many areas since I'm a wanderer.

I thought the same. If we were meant to feel sorry for him, it didn't come across that way, more that it is just how one guy has decided to live. If I loved where I lived I'd probably be the same, but since I left my family home my feet have not touch ground that I've called home. One day I hope to return and build a house on the farm where I grew up. Then I think I would be content to stay there all of my days (although, I know that won't be the case).

depopulationINC

Bibliobella wrote:

I didn't feel sorry for the main character or pity him when I read the poem. Depop, you don't seem to judge your friend too harshly in the poem, and that reflects well on you. I would suspect that this person probably knows a lot about the area more than I know about many areas since I'm a wanderer.

Thanks.

I remember asking him if he wanted to go to the lake a few times, and he always said no, its a great weekend to spend on the river.

We would go to play in a torny, and he'd say naaaa, I am just going to go to the rink down the street.

we asked him to go on trips with a few buddies...he said no thanks.

I don't have an issue with that at all...he was happy exploring the city. He has always said that when/if he gets bored there, he will venture out. All the power to him...he finds something interesting everywhere,