Peter Lewis Holmes Poet Free verse

Who I Was

and I remember the pilled-doctor 
rolling by, rolling by, and the beery
priest, in the sky, in the sky

and the woman in the taxi, oh my,
oh my, and her husband the pugilist,
big guy, big guy

and the lamp-posted street and the
beery priest and his altared feet,
all rolling by, rolling by

and the maggots in the trash can
meal long gone, meal long gone

and the yellow kitchen dish
squissh, squish,squish buttered 
frying fish,buttered frying fish

and the black, smiling police woman,
come to bed, come to bed;
and the little bouncing snappy dog, bounce
the ball, bounce the ball

then the man in robes from Pakistan, 
Pakistan, all the sights, if you can,
if you can;

and now I'm old, now I'm old,
with silver hair and linen shirts
and children three in pants and 
skirts.

and if at night I stop and stare,
stop and stare;

I see who I was;
living there.

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Robert Lindley February 22, 2015 at 7:19 AM Another gem and first time for me to ever fav two poems in a row by the same author on the same day! This one is pure gold my friend, pure freaking gold! A7, DESERVES A SUPER 10!

Rhonda Johnson-Saunders February 15, 2015 at 11:37 PM Wow, love the repeating lines...another great nostalgic and introspective write...hugs, Rhonda