John Tansey

Rookie - 191 Points (June 4th,1961...Gemini / Bronx, New York)

Middle Age... - Poem by John Tansey

At end, when it is too late
to start anew.

When every chance to fly
lies like dead birds in your rear view

It was not out of love
nor any childhood dream

That we ran, ignoring every wonder
of life only to wind up here

By accident, and looking up to see
in the vaguely familiar face
of a stranger

every soulful longing of home
since we, last, left it

A sense of familiarity
running behind me as I left

Saying, 'Here, is your coat
you will catch cold'

Life is nothing more than this
a walk around the block when you were seven

At first wonder, and then the drudgery
of again and evermore...

Comments about Middle Age... by John Tansey

  • Marianne Reninger (12/20/2015 1:21:00 PM)

    Yesterday, today, tomorrow, I know they all run into each other and trade places. But if that's true, then the wonder of the 7 year old around the block for the first time, can reappear! Optimism my dear man! Love your delicate use of words and composition. Marianne Larsen Reninger (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 2, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 4, 2011

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