We were so 19
that the world didn’t care if we slept
half the day, went to coffee with the professor
instead of class, and began the evening
just before midnight. The usual crowd
could be counted on to greet us warmly,
as we scrambled off the city sidewalks
swallowed by our college life. Beer, and
conversation, and the same familiar songs,
and we hugged and laughed and knew
19 would always be. But it’s not.
Someone else is borrowing 19 now.
Talking to the Clouds 
Really nice poem.
thank you
I hear ya, I was so that 19 as well, I hope you feeling ok these days,been thinking about ya. Best wishes and be well.
thanks, Benjamin, I’ve been thinking about you, too. you be well. take care.
I’ll be turning 50 this year …
I always told my maths teachers, who were haunting me for lack of skill (sure, duh👻) that the right sequence is … 18, 19, 50!
No wonder they forced me to turn to humanities…😜
Have a great one!
hey, i’ll take humanities any day! thanks for stopping by!
I wish they’d give it back, just for a night.
Youth, it does a body good!
Smiles
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yeah, it’d be fun to visit 19 again….but not to stay!
Beautiful. Just beautiful. I loved it and shared it on Facebook. Great job!
thank you very much 🙂
Thanks for visiting and the like of my interpretation of Illumination in the Weekly Photo Challenge.
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This brings me back…if only for a moment. We really did have some wonderful times!
We sure did, Mary. We need to have some more….
Beautiful Sarah. This me reminds me of my college year when I was 19. Those were my most memorial. Hanging around the dorm wit the girls, ordering pizza and Pepsi. Yep somebody is borrowing 19 now.
“someone else is borrowing 19 now”
well said and poignant too-Loved the photo too-
and thank you for visiting my blog-I appreciate the support-keep up your good work!
A great poem, great writing. And I totally get it – 19 is an age where you’re in an adult body but you’re still fearless. My parents did daring things at 19, then in turn so did I and my friends and now I see it in my own young adult children.
That’s a good poem, but I think there is more in it, more to be mined there. Keep going! I love your voice. And thank you for looking at and following my blog.
I’m still 19 at times, for my spirit knows no age and the mirror lies.
and yet, even then I thought I was so wise.
But now I can see sadness and happiness hidden in your eyes,
Experiences I can only imagine. Your depth is in your eyes and also shows in your poetry.
You are still a rosebud continuing on to your destiny…..a rose in all its splendor.