Felt so great To be alive Dancing on tables Reckless, but totally fine Dreams that were planted Grew strong in bright light Confidently standing— I was 25 Survival was pretty Flowed just like water Every little thing
Was going to be alright
If I could go back And speak to me at 25 34 me would say: Breathe it all in, man Today is the day Shake it and take it As much as you can You can do anything You’re only 25! Just like I wanted
To say to 19 me— When I was 25
5 out of 7 days She was there Sitting, wiggling about Working in her chair A total pro Selling her web Killing the numbers A diner burger and coffee Never neglected On her lunch hour I know nothing she said Now, I have nothing Only best wishes For Mary She pops in my head Here and there Hearing the things She would say The scratching of scratch-offs Cigarette walks with the dogs —Hers was called Trouble Oh, I used to have fun
I know all about fun So, she covered for me While I napped on a leather couch Lucky winners we were to know her Now, there is nothing? I hear she is not all there When she was always there I do know one thing thing: I have so many prayers For Mary
Alex Markovich. 40 y.o. Russia. Artist. Author. MarkovichUniverse AT gmail DOT com Feel free to use my paintings and photos on your blogs and social networks as illustrations for your stories, poems, etc.