Not Like I Used To Be
By Frederick J. Blahnik
I found a note sitting in my mailbox today…….
My class reunion is coming up next month.
Ten years ago but it seems like an eternity;
When I was walking down that aisle and my life was all ahead of me.
I’m still young but not like I used to be……
Those ten years are both yesterday and a lifetime.
Everything is clear, like I’m peering back through a shimmering window.
Racing away, reaching back desperately for things that once were a part of me.
Wanting to retrieve them, but they’re moving too fast for me.
I’m still young but not like I used to be…….
Ten years ago we marched triumphantly out of that old brick building.
Early June evening–The air was cool and so amazingly crisp you could slice it with a butter knife!–late lilacs still magisterially blooming.
We were hugging and dancing and hatching plans to change the world forever.
We were young then, but more than that we could not see.
Oh yeah, the life we were leaving behind would finally set us free.
I’m still young but not like I used to be…….
I suppose I’ll attend the reunion next month.
Bullshit with old friends; find out who’s married and who’s not.
I wonder if any of them will have the same feelings as me.
When we all get together, will it be the same as it used to be?
Can we make ten years disappear for just one night?
Just one measly little night?!?!
We’re still young but not like we used to be……
The life we were leaving behind would finally set us free.
I’m still young but not like I used to be……
We’re still young but not like we used to be……
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