Is It Poetry
Teenage Wasteland - Poem by Is It Poetry
I have sat here bye the bye always watching.
No attention do they pay me, as I see them.
Trees and woods,
it's barren land spread amongst my, bed of Roses.
Roots are stirring, deeply in the earth,
the Lilies barely patched so like most roofs.
of My memory of my youth was not like this.
Am I old and they are young,
memories vague some thing stirring, prejudiced.
Lilies mixed with Roses.
Horse and carriage take me back to my old days
of Lilac water.
Rings of 'Cheap' cigars held out, about each label.
Holding out against tight jeans.
When I have to buy them,
does she have to make me watch her..try them on.
Burlap is not silk and each cotton face, I see.
The center rose and lily knows this teenage wasteland,
some how got the best of what is left inside of me.
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