Writing It Down Poem by Scott J. Shepard

The application of life
Just a series of stories
Written out like the histories of our days

If you can remember right
With no megaphone to your right ear

The playground in the fifth grade
Ms Z reading Roald Dahl to us
Janelle squealing on the edge of her chair

Dinner on Easter,
Lamb and tabouleh
With mashed potatoes too
You'd always say how good I was with Grace

I can look back on life
Remember I was once a child too
You'd read to me
Say my prayers with me

I know we've grown
Doctors, lawyers,
Some of us still up late at night
Trying to tough talk the spell of aging

I think I'm stumped
I hear the megaphone loud as a snare
THAT'S YOUR LIFE
It screams to me, like jazz

I know it is
I sing back

It keeps going for now
But I know this stories gotta end somehow
We've been pretty distant for the most part
Most often, most of the time
And I guess that's life

I know its gotta end somewhere
Just want to add a page for all us to write