My Annual Sorta-Kinda Equinox Poem (revised)
(scroll down for a youtube video)
Not a good idea to mention this
Coming from South Philly and all
But I wasn’t part of the Sinatra cult
Even though my mother said
The only time she ever cut school
Was to see him sing in those swinging 40s
In any event, he does have some okay songs
One of those is “It Was A Very Good Year”
(D Minor, 1965, is his version per Wikipedia)
Loved that song although
Odd, since the lyrics were not “relevant” like Dylan’s
And those of other beloved folksingers
Maybe I was young but
Couldn’t stop the melancholy looping
About being in the autumn of his life
Didn’t even know the meaning of “dregs” back then
No Google, but we did have dictionaries
Anyway, here it is
Autumn Equinox
Day and Night Equal
But the harvesting of crops
Or dreams or just general
Digging in for the winter
Signals the beginning of the end
And now instead of being Seventeen
I’m trying to think of my life
As “vintage wine from fine old kegs”
But it’s not happening
I’ve worked at it being healthy,
Life more like Dandelion wine
Little bit of a buzz
Lots of bitterness from picking the wrong weeds
But once in a while
It tasted like spring
No matter the season
I’d love to tell younger people
To try to slow down and enjoy life
But I didn’t listen when young
I screamed about mistrusting anyone over thirty
(OMG, what a wild time!)
Equinoxes, Solstices
The sun will insist that we do a self-examination
No matter our age
But dang! Turned this into another aging poem
(My poems often write themselves)
Not surprising, though
Like the Solar Year
I’m aging
Question is,
Will I return
Eternally
As the year so predictably does?
Should have reblogged my annual Autumn Equinox one
It’s a bit more upbeat…
Well, here’s Frankie for your listening pleasure (or not):
© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: September Harvest Moon, hpwallpaperpc.com
https://youtu.be/-bhNz6saaE8 Very Good Year, Frank Sinatra
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