Poem: Supermarket Thrills

Monday, January 21st, 2008

We thought we would stay that way forever,
young, energetic, full of dreams.

Instead, here we are carrying shopping bags,
climbing the hill, slightly out of breath.

The battle lines are drawn around our eyes,
the sins we never believed would catch up with us,

catching up with us.

There’s this point where the green meets blue stretches,
and we pause, lamentably drunk on memory, our experiences lost to Time.

“Wasted on the young,” they say.
“No, not really,” we reply.

But we remember as teenagers we never got excited
about two for one offers, those supermarket thrills of today.

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