Creative Writing: Poem 11

there was a time he thought
the future was going to be bright
beaches, babes, and buried treasure
days filled with adventure
nights filled with sleeping under the stars
no more small towns
no more small dreams
just him and his brother
versus the world

but one mistake
and that all changed

there was a time he thought
the future was bleak
if he even had one
days filled with pain
nights filled with paranoia
no more needing any one
no more needing any thing
just the world and his brother
versus him

but one summer
and that all changed

now he thought
no more wondering about the future
with his past all but forgotten
but the present was just fine with him
on the deck of the boat
he used to only see in his dreams
just him and his brother
versus the world

once again




prompt: write a poem about growing old, but don’t state it directly.

(obviously this is my take on Stan's life and getting older)