The Way We Were

A prose poem about looking back.

Memories.

Days gone past.

Remembering past movies, mindsets, and a sense of public decorum.

And, okay, a few ties to other works. I think I can get away with that last word….

But nothing is ever perfect. As we remember it. There are always dark shadows (pardon the veiled pun).

Change is what it is.

This poem has never been published. Probably should have stayed that way.

 

The Way We Were

© F. P. Dorchak, 2003

 

We would never die and never grow old

Polite to each other

Always young

NYC known for publishing, Greenwich Village, “The Big Apple”

HIV was no more than just three letters in the alphabet

Gas was under a dollar

Our dreams were on fire

We could change the world

Nothing could get in our way

Stephen King was It

Nevermore

 

Short Story Links

Links to all my posted short stories are here.

 

Advertisements

About fpdorchak

Paranormal fiction author.
This entry was posted in Fun, Leisure, Short Story, To Be Human, Writing and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

6 Responses to The Way We Were

  1. Wendy Brydge says:

    Change is a selfish mistress. We are often forced to accept changes we don’t want, and denied the changes we crave.

  2. Paul says:

    I don’t like looking back. It’s depressing. A reminder of how everything is fleeting and mortal. Not to mention how everything has changed — and for the worst.

  3. Karen Lin says:

    Nostalgia is fun…but so is the future ahead of us. 🙂

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s