Before

January 12, 2018 henry_admin 0 Comments

I gaze at your picture and remember before
When in the prime of our youths, we were ripened and red
What have we now but a son who’s not such a bore?

Under the vintage sun, I thought I’d have more
And sleep soundless the nights in a foam-mattress bed
I gaze at your picture and remember before

In the heart of my youth, the actor’s life had much allure
Back when our stomachs were fat and well-fed
What have we now but a son who’s not such a bore?

I thought I’d be a writer with a bohemian life in store
But my degree and irreverence left me jobless instead
I gaze at your picture and remember before

When life was an Eden, I might have picked it galore
Rather than spending the nights with an idle head
What have we now but a son who’s not such a bore?

I do not hate your lover and your secrets you store
Because I see in your eyes the youth you’ve since bled
Though I gaze at your picture and remember before

In the back seat of your car, the smell of gasoline I did adore
And on your furnished seats, we came of age instead
I gaze at your picture and remember before
We were cast out of the garden at dawn and forevermore!

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