All By Heart

by

Brbadpenny

In the quiet late night hours young people sit in the dark.
They hide in the doorways, on corners, wooded areas
and back seats of cars.
They whisper their feelings and laugh at themselves.
So sure and yet so innocent and flawed.
Too cool. Too foolish. Too naive and mistake proof.
Rebels Without Their Claws.
As if no one could ever be like them.
The old look versus their fresh new start.
But I used to know those feelings, in fact, I knew them
All By Heart.

Like a storm that tests everyone's patience my daughters
teen year is right in tune.
She rolls her green eyes and shuts out the world.
Her threat hangs silent over the room.
Before she leaves she throws out her attitude and stands
back to see what she'll win.
Too cool. Too foolish. Too naive and mistake proof.
I'm too tough but sometimes, I admit, I give in.
We square off and I smile to myself when I know that she's played out her final card.
Because I used to know that attitude, in fact, I knew it
All By Heart.

There's a schoolyard where the ghosts and shadows remain.
Stills from another time. I go there and sit off to the right. Imagine THIS place but in MY prime.
It was on those nights that I gradually became who I am.
I was always there.
Too cool. Too foolish. Too naive and mistake proof.
The best years although we were all unaware.
Now the years have caused a long intermission and friends
somehow have drifted apart.
But I used to know this place, in fact, I knew it
All By Heart..

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Why don't you look at Jimmy's Birthday
by: John William McGrath III
from: Mesa, AZ, US

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