Those Weren't The Days Poem by Hans Ostrom
Those Weren't The Days
I found your aluminum parachute.
You weren't nearby, thank goodness.
I still have your wood carving
of a chainsaw. Cute.
(Using a tractor) , I ran across
a photo of you and me.
I don't miss you but I still talk
about you to people, mentioning
your hammer-toe and other
minor flaws. Ah, you and I,
back then. In fact, those
weren't the days, my friend.
hans ostrom 2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/7/2024 11:09:49 AM # 1.0.0.1119
