Gravel Road

I would give little

To be young again

The large chair holds me tight

My beret makes me smart

And my dog sleeps

His head upon my slippers

I have seen sunsets

Upon fields of hay

And I have walked in the gentle rain

Among cities with simple names

Often alone, sometimes arm in arm

With the passing, unforgiving time

I will give nothing

To gather, piece by piece

My heart after brown eyes

Have looked for somebody new

I will give nothing

For what I got was a summer storm

But not hurricanes I had hoped for and asked

Moonshine or warm beer

I gladly still keep by near

When turning pages

Of a silly book late at night

As my slippers feel  warm

And my dog, a cataract in left eye

Dreams, sighs, and chases chipmunks

Trembling, like I once did

When chased by those brown eyes

I will give little

For perhaps

I have given it all

August 20, 2010

©Vahé Kazandjian, 2013