{"id":930,"date":"2018-12-07T13:27:08","date_gmt":"2018-12-07T18:27:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ddeubel.me\/poetry\/?p=930"},"modified":"2018-12-07T13:27:08","modified_gmt":"2018-12-07T18:27:08","slug":"you-only-get-one-go-around","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ddeubel.me\/poetry\/you-only-get-one-go-around\/","title":{"rendered":"You Only Get One Go Around"},"content":{"rendered":"
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You only get one go around. <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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I’m a few days over 56<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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and everything<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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morning, noon n’ night<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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smells of death. <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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This ain’t no Oz Dorthy. <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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And I think of what <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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I wanted to be …..<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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to see, to feel, to touch, to do<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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and there’s just too much to count<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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or recount.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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My $70 bottle of wine is done<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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and I keep trying to forget<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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that I’ve already won. <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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What makes me urge for more? <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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I’m down to my last $200,000.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Frozen<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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like a mother forlorned<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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I wonder why I bother<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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to make the coffee I make<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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each morning<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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as I ache<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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to where <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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I don’t know. <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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I’m 56 and <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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wear my pants rolled. <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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I feel old. <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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As only<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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one so in love with youth<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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can do<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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‘nd I think of Li Po <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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on the boat<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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gently rocking<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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drinking his wine.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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I think of Prince.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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I’m just a few years behind<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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‘nd<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Amadeus<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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I got 20 god damn years on him<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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‘nd<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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it doesn’t add up<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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to that which I want to be. <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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The crickets this night<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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they chirp.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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I’m glad I can hear <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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instead of see. <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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This ain’t no Hollywood Clint.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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You only get one go around. <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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No applause.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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No retakes.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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No credits.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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No hims ‘n haws. <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Just the silence of <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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well placed laws <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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‘nd <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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then it’s over – my god. Thank god. <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

You only get one go around. \u00a0 I’m a few days over 56 and everything morning, noon n’ night smells of death. This ain’t no Oz Dorthy. \u00a0 And I think of what I wanted to be ….. to see, to feel, to touch, to do and there’s just too much to count or recount. … Continue reading You Only Get One Go Around<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-930","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ddeubel.me\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/930","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ddeubel.me\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ddeubel.me\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ddeubel.me\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ddeubel.me\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=930"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ddeubel.me\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/930\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":931,"href":"https:\/\/ddeubel.me\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/930\/revisions\/931"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ddeubel.me\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=930"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ddeubel.me\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=930"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ddeubel.me\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=930"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}