Bookstore Cashier
He was in my theatre class
In high school, back when
I wanted to be a liar by profession.
Now he is a senior in high school;
And me? I am the “established”
College student buying half a dozen
Poetry books I cannot commit
To finishing, or even remembering
In several years time.
I am the older guy still as lost
As he was several years ago
But can hide it so much better now.
I am the one who drove home
Tears forming in the black part of his eyes
Because I was going to get
An application, but didn’t
Because the cashier
Was so much younger then me
And I am a proud old fool.
©Liam Elliott 2007. All RIghts Reserved.
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