life of immediacy and instant
gratification, guilty satisfaction
pleasure and isn't it perfect
That I dreamed it all this way
Recalling walking down the hall and knowing
just knowing that beginnings would be better
beyond the occasional flicker of feeling
from those youthful kings and queens of memories
Who never will have the proof
but for Scotch and soda
That the world has changed and
I am unbearably better, and honestly happy
Their poignant politics of pretty things
Rings rife with nostalgia and regret
While now my heart beats twice as fast with a half-smile
I look at them and laugh that they are lost
It is painful to pretend that those years had no cost
But now the world is warm at my fingertips
And they were an illusion that can be eclipsed.
-poetry two assignment one
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