Morgan Michaels Poems
|1241.||You Better Be Bad When You'Re Young||8/20/2013|
|1242.||Young And Now||9/18/2015|
I Wish I Were Young, Again
I wish I were young again
with lotteries to win
when it was always Spring
and I could smell the exhaust
and hear the mower slay the grass
as I lay drowsing, the sound
borne in by the breeze that under the window
came chiding ''up, you scow,
there is nothing to do but everything
and time to do it, now'.
and, turning, exited
the way it came in, in.
I wish I was a kid again
my first kiss still eons off
little knowing yet
from whence it t'would come, or where;
unsure it would please, or how;
or if, when it finally came
would it linger or...
The next few days passed slowly but agreeably.
Irrigated by a tributary, his cousin's land lay beyond sight of the river traffic for which the city was famous. It also lay beyond sight of the town itself, so the farm was unphased by urban hustle and bustle- even at a distance. It wasn't so different from home, Ramon decided. He came to think of the famous city of Sevilla as a backwater and after a week felt the farm compared unfavorably with his father's, at home. He yearned for the novelty