The Microwave Age Poem by anais vionet
The Microwave Age
A polaroid, in
my drawer, under the junk
- a memory found.
Wow, I miss fun, it's
like there was another life
- a past life shared.
Remember parties?
Sweaty dancing then a plunge
in the cold lake?
I feel like an old
lady reliving childhood
in sterile pics.
Everything I thought
my life would be is gone or
on nebulous hold.
We're learning a dull
brand of patience - strange for
the microwave age.
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6/15/2024 10:22:39 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The past always seems better than the present because we remember only the nice things and the dreams we had. Excellent poem...