I can remember growing up with many things,
Most of which,
Like any other kid,
Lost in the selfishness of youth,
Assumed would remain,
I was wrong.
But …
I was but …
A child.
I remember having idols,
And doing the things that idols expect,
And not doing what I would now.
Or would I?
Heroes are sometimes always heroes,
But not to everyone.
I watched you climb!
You let me watch you,
Can you still see me,
Way down here?
Can you see me?
Did you ever?
Where are you now?
Do you know?
Can you see,
Where you are?
Where you were?
Where you went?
How you got there,
And stayed,
For so long?
Do you ever look back,
And see what it was you left behind,
Way back then,
When life made sense?
Did you even know?
Do you know now?
Who do you turn to when
Who do you call when
Which shoulder gives comfort when
Do you have a shoulder,
On which you can lean,
With eyes closed?
How fairs your means test of life?


© 2010, Tim (P) Prendeville


One response to this post.

  1. Posted by Kevin Prendeville on December 5, 2010 at 3:46 am

    …Why is it called ‘Whitewash’?…..Ya, it’s a very nice poem….Love Ya, Kev…….

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