AJ Lewis Poetry, Poems: It Comes In Waves (from "A Slip Of The Tongue")

It Comes In Waves (from "A Slip Of The Tongue")

it comes in waves
through fascination
and boredom,
new first times
and remembering old times.
but now these bottles are like
decay to me
and my father keeps telling me about
how his bottles have given him
prostate problems
and heart problems.

I know I'm young still
but I got it all figured out
you know... someday I'll be living the good life...
there will be no need for these bottles then
and there will be plenty of sunshine to go around...
yah, plenty of dandelions for my sons...
and green grass...
and polite smiles...

it comes in waves
through ideas
that turn into convictions,
and I could be a better man, I think, without these bottles.
yet,
I've known these bottles well.
they have helped me through lost jobs
and women
and arguments.

but I got it all figured out right now.
you see, I'm getting rid of these bottles.
right after I finish this one
and the other 3,
because I'm gonna be a better man, you know,
for my children... gotta be around for them when they are older...
gotta turn out the lights tonight...
gotta get up early, pay the bills...
got no time for these bottles anymore...

God,
it comes in waves
it comes in waves
it comes in waves

and it always has.

Yes it comes in waves
Good times and Bad
Ride the waves til the tide
comes in and then rest

Life is a learning experience
Live Love Learn and don't dwell
on the bad

The only bottles I have are milk bottles, haha and they don't help me with the waves. I've been knocked down by many waves and got up again, a little the worse for wear I think but still kicking lol.
Loved this poem!
Little Sparrow.

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