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

[Alan]

Dear Steve, Snow and John,

Thank you all for the comments, and the puzzlement !

Our flow, it’s one of “Good Old Days”
and yet, how was it that we went ?

......IF those days were so good, why are we not still there, rather than abroad ?

Perhaps small death when we “escaped”
what wasn’t faced, set in cement ?

......Amongst all the glory memories, was there something that we failed to handle, did wrong, goofed up ? Any of these is a "small death", and regardless of what one thinks on the surface, these things still resonate within us. They stick us to that time, that incident. Set in stone, set in cement.

That is why Carousel, or Field Of Dreams, are amongst my favourite movies - a chance TO GO BACK AND MAKE AMENDS !

Does this help explain the poem ?

Love
Alan