A Tale Of Two Decks Poem by Jim Yerman

A Tale Of Two Decks

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25 years ago we built a deck in our back yard…
It was a project that still astounds.
I remember picking up 50 pound deck blocks
I remember placing them in the ground.

I remember screwing down each deck board
I remember feeling blessed
I remember working for hours an hours…without needing a rest.

I remember Deborah burning in our names and the date.
I remember thinking this was fun!
I remember the satisfaction
of a job completed…a job well done

But that was 1994 and yesterday…with a frown
We decided our deck was too old and weathered…
and it was time to take it down.

I remember building this old deck
I remember completing it in November…
but as I started taking it apart…
there were things I don't remember.

I don't remember working at a pace so arduous and slow
I don't remember everything being this heavy 25 years ago…

I don't remember breathing so hard
I don't remember… did I wheeze?
I don't remember how difficult it is
to crawl on my hands and knees.

I don't remember having as much trouble bending over.
I don't remember stopping to rest as often.
I don't remember after only one hour thinking…
Please! …just put me in the coffin…

I don't remember waking up the next day
with every body part painful to the touch…
Isn't it funny…how in 25 years
that deck would change so much?

Tuesday, October 8, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: aging,humor
Lamar Cole 08 October 2019

Great poem about a tale of two decks.

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