The Young Things
We’re all on the run
from something,
some variation on
a theme of law.
We spend huge wads
of our lives hiding out,
dyeing our hair,
changing our names.
But there’s always
a chink in our alias
where the loneliness bores
deeper than silence.
Its the young things that
trigger older tears –
boys playing football in the street,
that Judy Collins’ song,
raking leaves into piles
with the wind in the trees.
We don’t want to go back.
We want to go home.
Yes. And ancient tears are triggered by words like these that make clear our longing. Merci.
beautiful, thought about your grandmom yesterday,, God bless yall
“Its the young things that
trigger older tears -”
I regularly go through exactly that. Something deep and bruising happens when I hear a song from the late 1970s or early 1980s. I’ve wondered why those songs are so powerful in me. And I think part of the answer is right there in your last two lines.
Some variation on the theme of law?
Yeah… that’s right.
….a sighting, a scent, a song and the longing returns.
“We don’t want to go back. We want to go home.” No kidding. Ugh, ow, praise God.
You catch things well.
well, crap. last line hits it. hard.