[7378] Can this Poem make you cry?

 

I wrote this from a messy life,
when age is a secret number,
yet it cannot be hidden any longer.

Can this poem make you cry?

But, hey, how dare I, to say that life is messy?
We may not be who we were before, 
an unripe love to adore,
a careless care, with a blushed flush,
emotion in a letter to say the least
jammed between a chapter

Yes, surely we are no more young Mary's and Billy's
who folded our school shirt's sleeves,
and run truant to the matinees,
at a theatre screening teen romance,
with titles that had a limited vocabulary
of 'love', 'schools', or something like that.

So I wrote this poem from a memory no longer reachable.

A get-you theory that had gone feeble. Because of that, would you cry?

I wrote this from a life - hmmm is there a better word than - messy?
We have swallowed the age pill - and that means we have a skill in deceiving how we feel.
Like, when invited to attend a reunion party.

Auuch, how many decades had it been
a school shirt, pants, skirt or baju kurung as your second skin?
that which you had stealthily shortened
from its official length as written
on a student rulebook you were given?

Hey, how do you now call a lover
who can never be? Laugh as if nothing is amiss, laughing at your own silly anxiety

when he asked the question, "do you remember our first kiss?"
"That wasn't a kiss," you dismissed, "it wasn't!"

That's it, I wrote this from a memory that so want to, impossible - be forgotten,

and so want to - though infallible - be repeated, so is there any use for a question so dry:

...can this poem make you cry?

We may now want to run from that love.
But, even if we try, can then life not be
hmmm - why have I lost my dictionary,
each time I want to write there's only - messy?

Actually, I should ask no more at a good bye,

whether this poem made you cry………

 

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