On the road to happy ever after

stupid

On the road to happy ever after

Near the end of my avenue now

just passing a few old derelict houses

old bad bad memories in there

'twas a few

also lots good

now up there ,twas that yellow brick road

loved skipping and skating up yonder there

as a wide blue eyed skimp of a gal

now over there you will see the white cliffs

of dover

havent seen them yet really

read about them

heard 'bout them

heard them in some old war song

of old

now we come to the ocean

that beautiful blue bliss of a thing

i bathed there in bikinis once

crochet lace and wore big floppy hippy sun hats

long time ago ''twas that

coming to the crossroads

here i stop

for once i stop and ponder and think back

'twas a terrible decision i made

not but a few times but several

the brakes i should of put on

the gears i should of put down in low

should of stopped at all those signs

and obeyed

i didnt

though

'twas many years ago now

now we pass the get out of gaol sign free

you all know the one in the board game

i took that card slyly a few times

we also see up ahead a lookout

i take my binoculars out

peer across the world

so fine

the horizon never ends

or does it

i stand on the lookout and look down

down to the hidden depths below

the deep blue sea

so many hidden lies

hidden truths

hidden wonders

hidden joys

hidden sads

hidden worlds i lived

even for just a day

hidden

i remember them all

i then look up

i see the stars and moon

they beckon me now

my avenue has disappeared

my road to happy ever after

'tis nearly over

wine glass half full

half empty

lays on a deserted picnic bench

with flies

in a park with crumbs

red and blue blanket torn

i wake up

'twas just a dream

or was it??

i have many roads to go

many lookouts to find

many moons and stars to see

many avenues to walk

many wines to sip

many blankets to sit on

many things to do

or do i?

im in the kitchen

im hungry

i can hear my kettle boiling

i can smell the eggs

smell the bacon on the cooktop

i can see the steam arising

i can hear my dog barking at door

i can't move

im suspended in the road to happy ever after

i cant move

all i can do is look back and see

see and cry

i reach to find a tissue

the tissue box is there on my bed

i look down

i see myself

lying there

i look asleep

am i dreaming or am i dead?

i think im dead

as i see my son eat his breakfast

and the dog eats his scraps

im hungry for life

for bacon and eggs

and dog fur

and sons and daughters

its too late  i fear

i fly to my happy ever after

Reviews

[wordman]

it is a poem of beautiful thoughts and memories,,it is not stupid,it is special

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Thanks very much

[wordman]

my pleasure my friend

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Oh Julie, I feel your beautiful poem and dream so deeply...the feel of a waking sleep when your life flashes before you- the good and the bad. Each verse describing a different path on your journey. You still have miles to go filled with wonders. Sending you wishes for a Wonderful New Year! Xo

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Thanks Annette for taking time to read hope you are keeping safe in the cold in USA best wishes for a great new year x