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A Day I Walked A Poem
A Day I Walked A Poem I wish I had a picture Of what I looked like That long ago day But instead I will Have to go from memory. I wore pastel colors How softly glowing It made me My tan adding To my vibrancy. My hair a little big In the front As was the eighties style I am sure it made My face look Bigger as well. My eyes greenish blue Dare I say they popped With my tan And the pastel blue hues Of my sweater blouse From Bennetton? I was walking from My apartment on 41st And Walnut To Center City Philadelphia. Over the Schuylkill River. It was a<b> sunny </font></b>Late Spring day. I had such pleasant thoughts. Some of the man I would be meeting As well as some Of another With whom I had Become infatuated. I was to meet my friend Whom I affectionately Called Larry the lawyer. I truly wish I had More of an attraction to him. Instead I was stand offish. I couldn't help it. I was true to my feelings True to myself. This was something Larry appreciated. Although it was At times frustrating As he wanted more Than just kisses And making out. You see I was a virgin then Saving myself for love. Larry met me at some Open air market I don't remember the name It was pretty famous It probably still exists I might have to Google it. What we had for lunch Escapes my mind too But in those days I was Eating healthy Mostly chicken,fish And salad So it was probably Some such combination. Lunch always seemed To taste better When someone else was paying As was the case today With Larry the lawyer He might have even Wrote it off as an expense. I think his Law Firm Had some kind Of lunch allowance. Although Larry showed me Wonderful attention I was not the only woman He was seeing. He had become acquainted With a foreign lady Who was a nanny Or Au pair as was The name more fashionable. She possessed something That I did not A willingness to have sex. Larry was too much Of a gentleman To come right out And say it. But it was implied. So where did that leave us? Still good friends? Yes, that was our destination. I could only wish Him and Florence the best. Our communication Became less and less He helped me with A tenant landlord matter The following Autumn. I wanted to live On campus for a change. Off campus charm Had wanted. I learned a year or so later That Larry had married His foreign Florence. Something about keeping Her in the country. I lost touch with Larry In the ensuing years I do wish him the best As much as I can. I am not sure Marriage to Florence lasted But it always made me smile Thinking of the rhyming Of their two names Lawrence and Florence. It sounds like something Out of a historical novel Of romance. I remember me That day of pastels How I thought I looked The best I ever had. How men stared How people smiled Both men and women As I smiled at them. I wish I had a picture But memory will Have to suffice How I was so self assured That I could walk The daylit streets From West to East And back And now that I think back How innocent How naive But I was me With a sense of self That was not low On esteem. Independently Romantic Sounds Better Than Lonely |
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The name Florence brought this up...I do hope for the safety of all those affected by the hurricane named Florence. Independently Romantic Sounds Better Than Lonely
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Thank you for reading and commenting. ☺️. Not sure what you mean though.. Independently Romantic Sounds Better Than Lonely
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I can read your poems and yet reflect back to my younger days. Thanks for the memory reflections!
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I can read your poems and yet reflect back to my younger days. Thanks for the memory reflections! Independently Romantic Sounds Better Than Lonely
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9/15/2018 10:13 am |
I know those very streets as a sightseer visiting my brother who was attending medical school
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I've no doubt you looked a picture, That day you walked out in pastels. A fine sight for sore eyes to be sure. Yes, even churches would ring bells.
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I know those very streets as a sightseer visiting my brother who was attending medical school Independently Romantic Sounds Better Than Lonely
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I've no doubt you looked a picture, That day you walked out in pastels. A fine sight for sore eyes to be sure. Yes, even churches would ring bells. Independently Romantic Sounds Better Than Lonely
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Thank you for reading and commenting. I know it may be silly of me to revere my college days so much. But I think it was the last time I possessed a healthy amount of self esteem. Life has done a number on it...in quite the negative way. Shortly after that day that I depicted my best friend was hit by a car crossing the street. She became paralyzed from the neck down. The day before my 21st birthday. I found out in the most bizarre way. Fate if it can be called that has impeccable timing. Ha! Independently Romantic Sounds Better Than Lonely
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