Reminiscing, as I get ready to attend The San Gennaro Feast 2018, New York City.
The clock never stops moving.
And so, with time, we also move.
Always gaining, but always losing.
We dream of a place we used to know well,
a place slowing slipping away.
But, for one more day we’ll have it.
One more time to say I did it “My Way.”
We’re here with all our old friends.
Some we know, and some we do not.
Because here, we’re all paisans.
We’re cousins, even if we’re not.
We got it all,
we didn’t hold back.
Sausage and peppers on the grill.
Meatballs to make you fat.
And don’t forget the canolis,
the pustis and lobster tails.
You better keep eating, boy,
you’re looking too pale.
People laughing, dancing,
everyone in good cheer
and yelling, but “It’s Amore.”
Sinatra and Dino are here.
It’s one day to remember
a time gone by.
One more day to remember who we are,
and what we had,
Or still have.
Photo by John Legrand on Unsplash.
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