GOOD OLD CEMENT, X10 from elsewhere Options

[Alan]

GOOD OLD CEMENT

We’ll shoot the breeze and pine for home
we’ll beat our chests, hearts throb with pain
we’ll permeate these foreign parts
and then - we’ll do it all again

We’ll breathe mind’s air, tingling of “there”
we’ll hale old memories from deep glass
we’ll axe the present, shed sweet tears
and glorify some ancient past

Our flow, it’s one of “Good Old Days”
and yet, how was it that we went ?
Perhaps small death when we “escaped”
what wasn’t faced, set in cement ?

Alan McAlpine Douglas

Challenge words : breeze pine beat throb
permeate breathe tingling hale axe flow

[Guest_ohsteve_*]

Alan, I don't think it is the poem, it is just that a lot of us get caught up in our lives. I read your poem and have been mulling over and answer that would fit what you have written. It is getting harder and harder for me to keep up with every thing going on. The only excuse I have is due to my illness and its side effects. I would much rather be in a finer form and able to rally a swift answer back across the net at you, but I just can't do it any more, like everything else in my life i must put a semi hold on things I do. I think that a lot of us are in similar cases we all have family life to carry on with and unfortunately poetry gets short shrift. And answering your own poem with a short bit of sarcasm doesnt seem to be a very welcomed course of action.

As for the poem, I like it all but the last bit, not sure I understand why we are all in cement?

Take cAre
Steve