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Of course, I saw him only yesterday;
Some time, same place as I always do.
How did he look? How did he look,
Well his skin was positively shimmering.
Granted a few creases and ripples
Here and there, but no more than you'd find
In a plump orange perhaps,
Or in your most comfortable sweater.
But how could he look any less glorious
With two magnificent suns, giving him
Such warmth, such glow.
And I have followed his growth long enough.
Enough to be called an obsession, can you believe.
Or adoration, one or the other.
But look at me, I would look past him,
Through him, beyond him within my first thought or second.
If he would only disappoint me. Any would do;
A look of disgust or idle punishment,
And my view would shatter.
Leaving only the cobwebs of a smile.
Some time, same place as I always do.
How did he look? How did he look,
Well his skin was positively shimmering.
Granted a few creases and ripples
Here and there, but no more than you'd find
In a plump orange perhaps,
Or in your most comfortable sweater.
But how could he look any less glorious
With two magnificent suns, giving him
Such warmth, such glow.
And I have followed his growth long enough.
Enough to be called an obsession, can you believe.
Or adoration, one or the other.
But look at me, I would look past him,
Through him, beyond him within my first thought or second.
If he would only disappoint me. Any would do;
A look of disgust or idle punishment,
And my view would shatter.
Leaving only the cobwebs of a smile.
Take a good hard look if this is you
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Fantastic work. The words, "Some time, same places" suggest that the writer has no interest in where or when he met "him". And the way that you describe "him" makes me guess that "he" is the writer's father. And that this poem tells a tale that the person who we grew up with and love can sometimes be neglected until they are gone and what is left of them are photos and memories.
But, of course, correct me if I misunderstood this poem. I admit, I got lost at this part,
"If he would only disappoint me. Any would do;
A look of disgust or idle punishment,
And my view would shatter."
Sorry. But I do think that this is a very nicely-written piece and I feel comfortable reading it. Maybe its because its what we all go through sometimes, maybe its the beat of this poem or just the words you use. But I like it.
But, of course, correct me if I misunderstood this poem. I admit, I got lost at this part,
"If he would only disappoint me. Any would do;
A look of disgust or idle punishment,
And my view would shatter."
Sorry. But I do think that this is a very nicely-written piece and I feel comfortable reading it. Maybe its because its what we all go through sometimes, maybe its the beat of this poem or just the words you use. But I like it.