Drinking Alcohol taught me how to fly
Then it took away the sky....

Monday, June 17, 2013

AGELESS AGE

Beginning 3 PM Tuesday June 18
OpenLinkNight, Week #101 
@ dVerse Poets Pub

"ROCKY-TOP" Fireplace in each of 
630 Cracker Barrel Restaurants
in 42 states

LIVING IN AN AGELESS AGE

Been told, "so old,
more than old
--like tree mold"

This afternoon, in Cracker Barrel
restaurant, as blood vessels
welcomed plaque-reducing dinner:
fried chicken, mac-n-cheese, etcetera...

I sat--still old. Now
with added bold--
glanced "knowingly" through windows;
out in spoiling sunshine,
spotted our car.  Wondered I: 

"When did we get here? 
Which direction is the hotel?
What city did we stay last night?
Who are we visiting tomorrow?

"Is 'time' real?
Is UNIVERSE for real?
Is this TRUTH:   when
all is gone of push and shove,
remaining only and exclusively
shall be...LOVE?"

Anna returned from the "powder room"
--immediately I laughed, realized my
predicament, grabbed ahold
of my brain--remember? old mold?
--and holding my gold cross,
said to her, "Hey, we ARE in Naples?? 
We're Home!  RIGHT?"

Youthful laughter from she,
even more from heart-warmed ME!

who neither sane 
nor senile
be

--steveroni
LOVE and PEACE!

9 comments:

  1. ha. nice to see you are recovering from your trip...smiles...ha...you make a very cute couple and its fun to watch the two of you...it was a treat....we are only as old as we thunk we are you know...cracker barrel...yum...you are making me envious...smiles.

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  2. nice to have those fix points on our journey through life...made me feel all warm and fuzzy and smile... and ...hungry...ha...fried chicken....nice...smiles

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  3. A real joyu to read.>KB

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  4. This was fun to read..makes me want to go to the Cracker Barrel.."is time real" it always feel strange when one is away..

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  5. Warm and sweet and always a delight to visit you and read your words. Your comments always make me smile and make my day. :) Peace and Love.

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  6. warm, sweet and fun, it is beautiful your poem Steve. I love cracker barrel, that was the place to shop, and eat.

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  7. Time is a very misleading thing.
    We look back, look forward.... either we get fixed or we get confused..

    Loved the title.. :)

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