Ant Smith

All poems

Take away

Take away these craggy lines
And this silver in my hair
Take away this saggy skin
And all these long acquired cares
Take away these aching knees
And this practical underwear
Take away this new disease
And my cold and lonely stare

Give me back my future
My springtime and my youth
Give me back my chances
To understand the truth
Give me back my reason
To embrace a night of dreams
Give me back my childhood
And wipe the old slate clean

Take away the stains I leave
When I take a pee
Take away the memories
Of maudlin misery
Take away all of the dysfunction
Of an old and frozen brain
Take away all the hated years
And make me young again

For if I had my time over
I'd make the same mistakes again
I'd forge the same old enemies
And break up with the same old friends
How ever much I screwed up
I'd do it all again
For one lifetime is not enough
Now that I've found love

Take away the wasted years
Before I ever knew
Take away the flowing tears
Of a cold and lonely youth