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Open Poetry #50

You Can't Go Back

Gunslinger
Senior Member

since 1999-10-09

Posts 901
TX, USA

0 posted 2020-01-03 06:41 PM

I was raised out in the country,
About seven miles from town.
Me and my younger brother-
No other kids around.

We grew up in the pastures-
With a dog and twenty-two-
We were poor, but didn’t know it-
Hard to believe, but true.

Jobs were few, and far between-
So, I began to roam…
In search of greener pastures,
I drifted far from home.

I guess my journey took me-
Down a long and winding track…
If I learned a single lesson-
It’s the fact, you can’t go back.

Home had changed, or was it me?
Or maybe we both did-
Affections I had once displayed,
I long ago had hid.

Goodbyes were not so hard now-
As my suitcase I did pack-
I sighed, and sadly shook my head-
I found you can’t go back.

Michael

Moderator

Member Rara Avis

since 1999-08-13

Posts 7666
California

1 posted 2020-01-04 04:01 PM

Not going back is one thing...it's when you can't go forward either that you really have to worry. Good to see you, John. Happy New Year.

Gunslinger
Senior Member

since 1999-10-09

Posts 901
TX, USA

2 posted 2020-01-04 11:15 PM

You too, my friend. And the comment was well spoken.

ethome
Member Patricius

since 2000-05-14

Posts 11858
New Brunswick Canada

3 posted 2020-01-07 09:36 AM

I tried to post a reply on your work here but it wouldn't post so maybe I'm doing something wrong.....I've been posting here on and off for 19 years I guess I'm not up to date somehow.

Regards

Eric

PS this is a test post...

true love never looks after it's own interests

jwesley
Member Rara Avis

since 2000-04-30

Posts 7563
Spring, Texas

4 posted 2020-01-08 09:50 PM

Yeah, it's a hard lesson to learn my friend - almost a slap in the face, a realization that "if only I hadn't left".

Mine came when I was 17 and joined the Navy. Went off to boot camp, came home on two-week's leave . . . the slap I got was like I died: was resurrected and my past no longer existed. In only nine weeks I had ceased to exist.

Yeah. You nailed it my friend.

j.

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