poem

 Olden Days of Yore

Poems are like embarrassing old photos of yourself

They only feel any good in that 10-12 minutes

Just before you click publish

After that it rots quick. 

You can't stand to see it 

Sonnet? Looks more like a mullet.

Enough years go by and it starts to hit a little different

Nostalgia sets in, lo, those olden days of yore

Not an embarrassing spectacle anymore

Merely an article of fact marking how things used to be

You were neither as cool as you thought

Nor as ridiculous as it seemed

Whew! In any event, that was a long time ago

Even the way you look now has the makings of someday

Becoming the nuts and bolts of another ridiculous poem

11/19/24