Walking through
a funfair at the age of twenty-three
I felt
like my life was at the age of five
Knew I felt
in this time so happy and free
All those memories
are now coming from my past life
Listening
to the old favourite Songs at the age of ten
Dancing
with such moves
Near-death experiences
in those Songs like Saint Beuve
Finally
found the Definition of a Hemingway-man
In a age of fifteen,
raised by my mother
Strong friend,
you where my big brother
Sometimes,
feeling depressed but don’t bother
It’s not just your fault
dear dead father
Still remember
the girls I fell in love with
Being Single
is the online problem I can’t solve
The Last sip
of my Whiskey Sour at a smoky bar
So many faded Young dreams
in Front of my eyes, so far.
© Dennis Czyzewski 2024-07-16