Whitewash

I can remember growing up with many things,
Most of which,
Like any other kid,
Lost in the selfishness of youth,
Assumed would remain,
Constant.
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.
.
Climb,
Climb,
Climb,
I watched you climb!
You let me watch you,
Climb.
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
It
Happens?
Who do you call when
It
Happens?
Which shoulder gives comfort when
It
Happens?
Do you have a shoulder,
On which you can lean,
With eyes closed?
How fairs your means test of life?

.

© 2010, Tim (P) Prendeville

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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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