An old Coat

How quickly life goes by.

An old Coat

 

Lungs filled with air,

The smell of your mother’s hair

And the warmth of her chest.

New life; hope for the best.

 

Newly bought shoes,

Pencils sharpened,

Trouble adding in twos,

Still you continued,

 

continued on.

Eighteen; life is a rock song!

The future is so far away,

The future arrives the next day.

 

Dreams struggle

To keep afloat,

A burst bubble,

memories of youth kept in an old coat.

 

 

 

Reviews

[SquinklaPsyOps]

The structure is interesting as the transitions of the paragraphs reminism about the memories a coat relives.

[Inda]

Thank you!

[Richard Layne]

I like this perspective from the coat closet. So true. I especially like the future lines--that is how it goes for sure. Nice write Inda.

[KAOlmsted]

Yes. Spot-on. Great work, this.

[Inda]

Thanks for dropping by, glad you liked it! :)

[Baby Ricochet]

Farm out

[Inda]

Yes, in search of new dreams perhaps? thanks for the R&R.

[Carolann Dowsett]

The truth about life and the terrible sadness of getting old and losing your dreams. I love this it's full of hidden meaning.

[Inda]

Thanks for the review, I enjoyed writing this a lot.

[Carolann Dowsett]

Welcome :) I'm glad.

[Andie]

A very realistic view in life. Nice job! :)

[Inda]

Thanks. Glad you liked it.

[Adam Whitworth]

well done

[Inda]

Thank you!