Lit up <br />Let’s roll down these windows <br />Windows of meaningless tangles <br />Brought forth in life <br />Pain and misery <br />That’s what we all write <br />But what about the other <br />Musings on life’s loves not lost <br />A beautiful and thoughtful wife <br />A quickly growing boy <br />From child into man <br />Or the soft soothing snores of a daughter left alone sleeping <br />Not these things <br />Far from the sweat tear stained angst of youth <br />But <br />None-the-less <br />Full of gravity and thought <br />Heart and emotion <br />It’s the warm cup of tea I am drinking <br />Filling and soothing <br />Not my life <br />But my soul <br />The core to who I am <br />Not really who I was <br />In the endless nights <br />Bars and guitars <br />And what passed for fun and good times <br />Really <br />A well sold package of lies <br />Leading to some kind of downfall <br />Or plane out of town <br />And to this piece of life <br />Where I don’t have to worry about it anymore <br />The next thrill <br />Next memory to put behind me <br />Somewhere it all turned <br />The lights and noise <br />Mostly in my own head <br />Driving me away <br />Chasing me away <br />To the life I have now <br />The life that I am now <br />And asked if <br />That upon further review <br />(as a football loving friend would put it) <br />I might like to go back <br />To all that was <br />All that could have been <br />I am too lost <br />Lost to the silence of my house <br />Lost to the silence of love quietly sleeping in other rooms.<br /><br />Noel Marsh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/warm-tea/
