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Larsen M. Callirhoe

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Larsen M. Callirhoe

i miss you my friends

 

i remember a time

when we used to laugh and dance

and make a toast or two.

 

we would say those were the days

my friend.

 

how the years past past us by.

we would close the blinds

so we could not see the stary nights anymore,

 

we would drink a little and

talk about the days

we used to go to the local taveren.

 

we would raise a glass or two

and make a toast to thw years

we shared together.

 

hour after hour we woul talk about

the old days and say those was the days my friend.

 

i looked in the mirror and saw a strange reflection.

i said to myself could this really be me.

 

so i would go to my friends that are np longer around,

i would say a prayer or two as tears fell from my eyes.

i would wonder where everyone had gone to.

 

now im an old man who still goes to that taveren.

but lonely am i.

for all my friends have moved on.

 

so i would get drunk at the bar and say cheers

to those gathered round.

i would tell them a story of how my friends and i

used to come to this taveren and raise a glass or two

 

but those days are gone now.

where have my friends gone to.

so i would cry

and my tears and sorrow would be drowned in booze.

 

i would holler to the bar and say those were the days my

friend.

and if my friends came back to the taveren were

we used to have good times.

 

we would say i missed you my friend and sing out loud

those were the days my friend,

la la la laa na naa na na

 

i realized thru the years i am an old man

my refllection in the mirror is not the same as it used to

be.

 

all my friends are dead and gone.

 

i still go to that taveren once in a while.

i raise a glass when i am drunk

and say those where the days my friend.

 

now i am lonely and grey.

 

i miss you my friends,'

i shed a tear or two and harden my heart,

i pray to god for some rain.

 

oh it never stops for a day and forever.

Larsen M. Callirhoe

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Lots of nostalgia in this one.

Larsen M. Callirhoe wrote:

 

... i would wonder where everyone had gone to ....

 

now im an old man who still goes to that taveren.

but lonely am i.

for all my friends have moved on ....

On the surface, the people in the tavern appear to be friends, but they might only be associates; the real friends of the narrator (and quite possibly the others, too) are absent.

 

I like how you incorporate the singing itself into one of the stanzas:

we would say i missed you my friend and sing out loud

those were the days my friend,

la la la laa na naa na na ...

This poem reminds me of some lines from a song that I like:

 

Where are the ones we used to love?

Where are the people who seemed the same as me?

Never changing how we feel -

as time moves on we slowly drift apart...

 

I wonder how things would be

if you all had stayed around?

I see you passing through my life

the ones that I love best are right here by my side...

 

------------------ Kuffdam & Plant Feat Terry Ferminal - "The Ones We Loved"

 

 

The sentiments expressed in your poem and the song are similar. And then you employ a heartfelt and powerful ending:

i miss you my friends,'

i shed a tear or two and harden my heart,

i pray to god for some rain.

 

oh it never stops for a day and forever.

Keep 'em comin, Victor!

 

Tony

Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic

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goldenlangur

Hi Victor,

 

This is a deeply moving piece - full of memories and a melancholy marking of time - how our relationships, feelings, the familiar surroundings all come to be imbued with layers of the passage of time - change and uncertainty and a longing for the warmth and intimacy of the old days. Your poem certainly touched a chord.

 

What a poignant image - the "local tavern" is the constant physical focus but emotionally and even in terms of physical changes ( aging, loss of friends through death, relocation etc) so much has shifted and the narrator is left with this overwhelming sense of loss and longing.

 

I'm so glad to see you posting. I hope you are better now.

 

 

 

goldenlangur

goldenlangur

 

 

Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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Aleksandra

Dear Vic. I am glad to read from you. Yes this poem, as Tony and Goldenlangur said is full with nostalgia and melancholy. This sounds as a song, sad song. The memories are moving and brings memories to us - the readers about something what we long about.

 

I like it how this long poem flows with expressions. This one have a lots of emotions and sadness.

 

Very well done my friend

 

Keep writing. I missed your poetry

 

Aleksandra

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

History of Macedonia

 

 

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And your piece carries the same melancholy as a popular song that has the same refrain.

"Words are not things, and yet they are not non-things either." - Ann Lauterbach

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