Always a pleasure,
never a dull moment,
yesterday pass quickly,
into a month, then to a year,
like a rose drifted away from its vase.
On the road of souvenirs,
the only place where we can get in touch.
There I get my ecstasy.
I have the excuse to be gullible.
The green light to see life in just black and white,
In the mirage, I see the old avocado tree.
I reach out to grab one,
and then stumble back to my adulthood. Merdum!!!
The sound of the carousel,
shifts me back to euphoria-
the land of no cross road.
Life is immaculately live dangerously.
No reason to think of doom day,
because it’s many years away,
as I gaze upon the sky,
suddenly, the mirage reappears.
Seeing the old house stands.
Grand-Mama is making sweet potato pie;
the allowance is on the table.
Sneaking in through the back door to join the crowds,
oh, my heart beats so hard.
The unstoppable boom-boom, boom-boom,
the swiftness of the blood flow,
swell up the joy of a perpetual reminiscence.
© 2009 by Patricia, Etienne
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