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I Was Once The Rebel at The Bar
by Felix LeRoy Perry
Saturday, October 02, 2004
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After turning 50, I had to take a look at my life and my world. My Inventory so to speak.

I Was Once The Rebel at The Bar


 


The long hair to my shoulders


I shaved off when it went thin


My beard now shows a hint of gray


but I don't think thats a sin


 


I still like the taste of whisky


but I have to watch the beer


Rock and roll donít move me


Country music I like to hear


 


My boots are old and worn thin


My jeans are still Levi made


I don't make it to all the parties


and I now get weekly paid


 


I still smile and laugh a lot


But gone are my fighting days


Iím still a little bit different though


In a lot of little ways


 


There's no cigarette burning


or joints smouldering in my hand


 The dim-lit hazy taverns of my youth


I now rarely go to hear the band


 


So I donít dance with the local ladies


I have a great one here at home


 Wakes me with my coffee every morning


And she wonít leave me all alone


 


I guess Iíve settled for confirmity


in a world so seldom real


In my world  I live my own dream


that one no one else can steal.


 


I walked one daughter down the aisle


Iíve held granddaughters two


Iíve tried to help my fellow man


In all the things I do


 


I still like to drive a cycle


but I own as well a car 


I think I did a whole lot better thenÖ.


THAT OLD REBEL AT THE BAR


 

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Reviewed by Sheila Roy 8/21/2008
One of the things I like about you, Fee, is that you're not afraid to show some vulnerability. We all age, there's no escaping it, and no one should be ashamed of it. In this poem, there's a bit of sadness for the time passed, but at the same time...you celebrate the new you. I really enjoyed this one. Hugs.
Sheila
Reviewed by Lisa Hilbers 10/3/2004
Felix, that old rebel is still in there! He's just relaxing in the moment!
A very soul touching write actually, thanks for sharing it with the rest of us!

Lisa
Reviewed by jude forese 10/2/2004
it's nice to reminisce and see how we've changed ...

well penned ...
Reviewed by Linda Hill 10/2/2004
< clap clap > Awesome write , my friend. This is one of your BEST yet. There's nothing like holding a grandchild, or waking up with your lady making coffee for you, to put life in it's proper perspective. When the eyes of your grandchildren look at you with such adoration our hearts melt and nothing else matters. Love this write!

~Linda
Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen 10/2/2004
This made me smile, Felix. I, too, am conformed, forty-five with two girls nine and thirteen... Sigh. Too old and tired for much bar-hopping anymore. But, I sure had a blast when I was in my twenties and early thirties!! Doesn't it seem the years go faster as we age? And the memories get pushed further back? That's how your piece made me feel, melancholy and broody. I enjoyed the view of your life, thank you.

Erin
:)
Reviewed by Daniel McTaggart 10/2/2004
Very nice. Makes me keen to hear a poem about when you were a rebel at the bar.
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