bob barci

Rookie - 0 Points (May 21,1954 / New York)

The Last Day - Poem by bob barci

I woke up this morning
knowing that this day
had a different meaning
than all the rest.
I hurried to get myself together,
drove the lady to her job,
and headed for the exit on the parkway
that would put me on a straight path
leading to my destination.
Headed for a parking spot
feeling rather sad.
I knew it would be
the last time I would park here.
I found the room I was looking for
and emptied out my sack of tapes, camera, and Mateus.
Others came in and joined in on
reading Christmas stories and drinking the wine.
They put on their good manners
resulting in me finishing off what was left on the bottle.
I went to the cafeteria and found the best friends
I have ever known.
We joked and laughed while I dried out some.
I took my camera for a walk to film this place
where my life's happiest moments had been.
In a building I found a large room with a band playing.
I took my sack into the room and plugged in the tape.
Here, I filled up on drink and ran out of film.
For awhile I forgot what day it was.
I returned to my friends in the cafeteria
wetter than I was when I first appeared this morning.
Again, we joked and laughed while I dried out some.
We then crossed the street for a holiday drink.
The drink was more than that to me.
I kept thinking of what the day meant to me.
The drink would be the last one I would have with them.
I had my doubts about them before,
but something would always bring us together again.
Back across the street,
we said our final goodbyes,
with a promise to keep in touch.
I attended my last class
hoping the moment wouldn't come.
But, when I went up to say goodbye to my professor,
I saw my friends instead
and gave her a long hug and a kiss.
While I was fighting back the tears,
I quickly left, reminding myself
not to cry or make a scene.
It wasn't any use though.
No matter what I did today
I just couldn't forget this was my last day here
and I wouldn't come this way again.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 12, 2008

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