This is the life you’ve been given.
Well…it fits too tight
Like those jeans of yours
You know
The ones in the
Back of the closet
The ones you last wore
When you were seventeen
going on thirty.
The ones you tried on
Last week
When you felt that desire to
Make an exchange,
To return what you have
To relive those high school and
College days
That weren’t so good
To begin with.
Life has moved you on,
Has given to you
Its no returns,
No exchange policy
In the form of
A spouse,
A child
(Maybe two),
A home,
A faith
more mature
Than what you once had
Even so
You look during
Dark, quiet evenings
At the
“What could have beens”
And the
“If onlys”
And you tell the shadows
Of the past that you would like
To make an exchange
But not really.


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