sunday scribblings - dverse
in the first 11
in the first 15
dux of the school
they drove vws
he - a porsche
the old boys at the school reunion
captains of industry and supreme court judges
muttered complacently amongst themselves
casting a smug pall of sympathy
over the underachiever - a zero
following the sun with his surfboard and chick
wandering the world rootless for most of his life
no ties, no family, nothing to boast about
the class traitor lets the side down
by turning up in a landrover
a thorn amongst the Bentley Continentals
tanned ,still tinged with rosy youth , charismatic
he engages in scintillating conversation
filled with hilarity and charm
(there are still a few things money cannot buy)
the mighty ones remove their posturing
fall about with laughter remembering days gone by
when he leaves some are saddened and talk of catching up
something everyone understands will not happen
and some - are more than surprised at the emergence
of those little green envy horns
that were ever present when they were mere school boys
smiles...i think i would take the life of the beach bum just getting by...but enjoying life...cause those corporate jobs might have the money but you got no freedom...i gave mine up years ago...they will age you early as well with all the worry...
ReplyDeletequite interesting... it was as if watching a video... splendid reading! :-)
ReplyDeleteBeen there. Done that. Once is more than enough.
ReplyDeleteBittersweet memories...
ReplyDeleteWell, I know what life I'd choose...give me the surfboard and seeing what tomorrow brings...sounds like a life to me! A very enjoyable poem! :)
ReplyDeleteSome things never change.
ReplyDeleteWell, I wouldn't doubt the Bentley "boys" envied the surfer in some ways. Money can't buy happiness nor handsomeness! A fascinating slice of life.
ReplyDeleteI find it interesting that a school reunion would push the boys back to the same roles they once had... and at the end the Bentleys don't much matter :-)
ReplyDeleteIt's intriguing to see what became of those who seemed to be entrenched in our lives when we were young. I felt like I was a guest at your reunion.
ReplyDeleteI LOVE this - the contrast between the wealthy, the so-happy surfer and the envy at the end. The surfer knows how to follow his bliss!! Cool!
ReplyDeleteHow true. Life is not all about making money, driving expensive cars, but about happiness and little things that give meaning to life.
ReplyDeletei've never been to a reunion, so i am more than thankful to have been a guest at yours. great write...
ReplyDelete~Miriam
The more money you have the more blind you are to life's true values.
ReplyDeleteNow with wages high and disposable income that was unheard of when I was boy we buy things we don't need and feed the industry of selfishness. Happiness sure doesn't come out of a wallet.
The real trick is keeping freedom to follow your dreams and, as if by chance, attain 'wealth' without apparent effort.
ReplyDeleteI did not know you were a fantasist Doddles:)
Delete...if only he could just wake up a day without thinking of his pockets & smartphones & the angry face of his wife & the starving tummy of his son/daughter but rather he would simply run with all the money deaf wonders of the world then that could have been the best thing ever... sigh... smiles...
ReplyDeleteoh the posturing--you captured this so well! Life is much more than Bentley's for sure--laughter and adventure get my vote:-)
ReplyDeleteThe trick is to leave space in your dream for the next dream. Excellent poem.
ReplyDeleteTouching and rather inspirational...
ReplyDeleteReally awesome piece, so well done – love the green horns on the bigshots, one of the few things remaining from their bygone days : )
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