Venus in Blue Jeans

I am his age now

the age he was then

when I dismissed him as being too old

It serves me right

for being so smug and naïve

but it is only the distance

that brings us together now

I could never have become

so much like him with him

I would have clung to my way

defacing the statue carved by time alone

blinded by my need to be right

and controlling

He was free and easy

always smiling

even when he cursed

which he often did

He wore that damned hat

that simply infuriated me

and it mystified me how it stayed on

with the wind flying in his BMW convertible

which he always drove too fast

He put down the system that supported

his extravagant lifestyle

and lifted up the simple man

the cop, the plumber, the musician

who never made a title to fame

but eased the woes of this troubled world

with their dedication and toil

He put me on a pedestal I didn’t deserve

saying I was his Venus de Milo

in blue jeans and curls

and wanton ways

and he never once said

“You have a lot to learn”

but now that I have

it’s too late to tell him

he was my David

amazing photos on Flickr.  click on each to see photographers.