The Good Ol' Times
Stepping out of the coughing and rumbling car,
I stand upon the dusty road of PuDong Shanghai.
I feel like a pig being roasted alive on a revolving spit,
The cement frying the soles of my feet
and the sun searing my skin red.
I flounder inside my house.
Weary from travel,
I slump upon my old bed like a sack of potatoes.
The familiar green walls clad in childhood pictures greet me,
They make me nostalgic.
The images remind me of the good ol’ times.
Swimming with my friends and playing fetch with my dog.
The carefree days of my youth,
No homework, lower expectations…
They are all gone now.
My dog met her merry end,
And my best friends are scattered around the word
like Lays chips in a bag
But it is that time of year again,
Summer holidays,
and I experience the carefree days of my youth again.Audio recording software >>
I really liked your use of similes and sensory detail.
ReplyDeleteYour description of the of shanghai feel very real. The message of your poem is also very relatable.
ReplyDeleteI also love the line " And my best friends are scattered around the world
like Lays chips in a bag".
I really love the way you used your similes as well as the poem is very relatable.
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