Like Mr.Nobody

My mind sparks when I crawl in bed,

Recalling decades of fantasies…

They in turn mix and meld

Into my actual life’s realities.

I discovered both fact and fiction,

Played a part in making me who I am…

It was the dreams, real life and losses

That made me this solitary man.  

I am the added-up grand total,

Of every dream and battle fought…

Hoping to be that one guy,

Many people always sought.

Those I wanted, dreamed of,

Were the friends I seldom got…

I was the one whose very name,

And existence they noticed not.

Note: We all have some very unrealistic fantasies. 

Real life usually plays out the best.

Boxed Sets

Now being almost seventy,

I remember TV in Black and white…

Watching my youth’s TV hits,

Sitting on my couch tonight,

Revisiting Leave it to Beaver,

Then Mary Tyler Moore, Season Five…

I went to bed singing Both Sides Now,

Then Judy Collins, Albatross, Live.

I drift from the Little Rascals,

Through decades of Lucile Ball.

Reliving escapades of Moonlighting,

Searching Amazon for it all.

I started a diary recently,

To make these memories last..

Then I discovered YouTube

Preserved my entire viewing past.

Regrets

I made bad choices in my life

Most of them I regret…

Gasping, I suck some fresh air,

Replacing my last cigarette.

I no longer push in the lighter,

The second I enter my car…

I reach for the Tic Tac container

Though mints don’t travel as far.

Decades later, just driving,

Still not smoking cigarettes,

Osteoporosis, COPD, fragile skin…

I am am the textbook of regrets.  

Celebrating life meant a party

With friends, we all stayed up late;

Now alone with an inhaler,

I try not to cough or suffocate.