The Lives We Lead

I turned a corner the other day, received some applause.

Remember imagining there was not anything in our way

when now we give in to our ideals, this harmonic pause

we could only stand alone remembering, day after day.


There was a dance floor in town where everybody showed

their moves, their needs, their wants, their satisfying eyes

it was there on Saturday nights when everybody glowed

yet there we were dancing, quieting our fear in disguise.


When did we become what our parents all might dream

that someday our hearts would carry a soul in our hands

When did we become what our parents all might dream

For it is always true we live out the memory love demands


It is hard to trace the steps, the Jitterbug we all remember

an onset of adult life motions, we created dance together.

© Thom Amundsen 8/2021

Remember Being Young

Certain pleasure existed as we ran

Throughout our homes as lovely children plan.

Life for youngsters and forever designs

By freedom and love, and wonderful signs.


Pure concept of love is not tangible

We measure lives by those we find able,

Who fill our hearts with memory and sage

That certain nature of gathering age.


When now in the years that fly an august

Reminds our lives of the balance we just

Hope will return our innocence, and free

Binds that fear God’s plan in the now, as we


Bid adieu faithful prayer of our elders

Who guide our lives with passion’s, forever

Moral Fiber

I was very young

when they introduced me to


That they might believe a word

could erase my innocence

that they

is a descriptive word at all is disturbing

A generalization

A way to not take


That moral fiber

might be discussed,

is a question we tend to avoid

when the going gets …

awkward silence