©The Party’s Over
By BR Chitwood
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Friday nights became a weekly
ritual at my apartment in the
Lovely ‘Spanish Gardens’ –
My drinking pals were there with
‘Lady prizes’ of the evening, plus
Some Male and female loners…
They usually matched up quickly.
At party’s end I was alone.
While soft Frank Sinatra ballads
Floated among the low lights
And polluted air of booze and smoke
I lazily reclined on the sofa,
Allowing my mind to wander
Down its normal paths of
Romantic memories of pretty faces,
Love affairs in Time’s vacuum.
As I stared at the shadowy ceiling
It came clearly vivid to me…
Stark, plain as the mind can
Render and a ‘hobo heart’ can
Pump its Romantic sadness…
No matter the attempts to
Rebuke the world for my failings,
I was a man ignoring his destiny…
‘His destiny’? I smiled at my hubris…
An author who wrote of his small
Accomplishments, his Loves, his idiocy,
His books, his poetry, were to bring
A new name to literature – my name!
‘His Destiny’? Really! ‘His Destiny’?
A fool at the journey’s beginning –
An enlightened fool at journey’s end!
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BR Chitwood – June 28, 2021
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Author: Website: http://brchitwood.com - B R Chitwood - My Mission: Writing to Discover Me
I'm a young man in an old man's body, trying to catch up to myself, trying to find pieces of me I left back in a disconnected youth and the early years of manhood. I'm a stereotype of many in my generation who can play the 'blame game', yell 'foul', and 'let's start over'. But, we are what we are, the sum of all the scary kid-emotions we experienced, the gin mills and piano bars that became our sandboxes of pleasure - lotus eaters of the best (or, worst) kind, the love affairs that did not quite settle us down, the sad poetry and songs written in bars and motels along the way... A Dreamer! A Wanderlust! The world needs such fools as we to write our books, our poetry, our songs, to offset the madness that plagues the soul.
I've written fourteen books, over three hundred blog posts, in search of those pieces left somewhere in many parts of the globe. You can preview my books on the next page. There's even a Blog page...all my posts are not showing on this recently created blog page, but, if you want to read more, go to my official blog site and check out the archives: http://www.thefinalcurtain1
Writing for me is therapy for the soul.
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You’ve done well, Billy Ray. Smile. 🙂
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I just like to ‘bitch’, TW – part of my heritage… Good life, really! Thanks, good buddy. 🙂
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I guess we all have “coulda shoulda woulda” thoughts.
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Right on, Tim! 🙂
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A life well lived, Billy Ray. Thank you for being you, for bringing memories to life, for asking/answering questions that rest deep within us all. ❤️
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Thanks, dear lady… Hope you two are settling in nicely in the high country! All my best.
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