Successful Old Friend
inadvertently
rubbing it in your face
that s/he has turned out to be
something that you didn’t,
not that the two of you had
the same thing in mind
when you were both
younger,
but the fact remains that there’s
the kind of person who
hides with age,
buried in regret &
constantly stuck in
reliving the past
with nothing but memories to
haunt &
the kind of person who has
accomplished something that
they set out to
in the very beginning &
with that,
they feel like they need to tell
the world, like they need to
update those with whom they grew
up,
as if no one else has changed at all,
as if everyone was rooting for them
the whole time &
their dinky little small town
was nestled round the boob tube
waiting years for their face to
appear on
prime time.
this kind of person is most certainly
hard to deal with,
because they have fallen out of reality &
walk with a different crowd now,
but in a genuine attempt to
“stay with their roots,”
they try to communicate with those
whose lives stopped whilst theirs continued
to move forward---
it just doesn’t work.
Copyright © Andrew Delapruch | Year Posted 2012
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