Tattered Memories
Glorified Youth
we smoked old cigarettes, behind the barn
got our stories straight, sounding alarms
fell for those bad boys selling more than charm
off of center street, down on main
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we followed the letter of the law
got caught tasting daddy's alcohol
made some memories in the ol' barn straw
denying childhood would never be the same
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still we hang on to that innocence
paid penance for our sinfulness
i've yet to feel such vividness
since that day summer went away
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nineteen seventy five to nine
when bobby said that he was mine
i drift back there from time to time
when september calls my name
three hundred and twenty two days until Christmas
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i glamorize it in my mind
those days when all we had was time
to deny them would be such a crime
our fifteen minute climb to fame
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back to those sweet days of september
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (8)
This is great! The first stanza is such a nice setup too. 🔥
This is beautiful. So evocative. I can so relate to it. I graduated in 1979. I grew up on a farm where we had a hay loft you could climb up into it. This feels familiar and bittersweet considering how long ago it was. ⚡💙Bill⚡
The years from '75-'79 were mainly for me years of junior high and just starting high school. If this is true what a child/teen life you have led. Good job.
Well-wrought! Yes, it's the vividness that fades, isn't it, like old photographs? Yet sometimes, in quiet, peaceful moments, I find it returns more intensely than ever, perhaps on account of it being so long suppressed by the genuine concerns of adult life. In this sense, I think it waits for us at the end of a long road, and it will welcome us home.
So emotional and nostalgic. <3
Kelli- Back for a little more instruction. I agree with Raymond, thanks for the memories, and the instructions. Such a beautiful Poem, it read more like a ballot. Superb!!!
Hi-ki — It never occurred to us we wouldn’t live forever! Btw: You may be the ‘Human’ Ai. The amount of amazing eclectic pieces, that you put out! You’re the RealDeal..! Jk.in.l.a.
Brought tears to my eyes thinking back on those days when all we had was time. Thanks for the memory and such lovely verse Kelli. Bless all the youth that stands behind us.