Remember the Day

remember the day, steven humphreys, poetry, poems, prose, author, writer

I woke up

in a world

that wasn’t mine

in a cup of black

I stretched

rubbed my eyes

looking around

at my city

I no longer


and my soul turned to rubber

‘I wanna hold your hand’

played on the radio

I faded away

and, fell in a field

and you will, too

once you belong in a world

you no longer understand

sitting in a chair without legs

I know you really tried all along to ‘get it’

but, no one

I mean, no one, ever does

not even the wise man


even though they think they did

because when you think you have a handle on it

it slips away

but, you hear them preach it

standing on their soap box

sounding out

you find out much later you were so confused

you didn’t know what you wanted anyway

and to top that

you no longer want what

you used to wish you had

remember the day?


You’ll never be the same again

in a world

that you never belonged to

because you tried not to

but, you changed anyway

I know you have to live somewhere

but, in the meantime

you’ll be hanging around

with me

until life figures out how long

it’s goanna keep you around

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