Fahad Hameed

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3 thoughts on “59 Poem

  • August 26, 2017 at 12:42 am

    59 wakes up on the wrong side of the bed,
    Realises all of his hair is on one side of his head,
    Takes – just under a minute – to work out it’s because of the way that he slept,
    He finds some clothes and gets dressed.
    He can’t help but look in the mirror and be subtly impressed
    How he looks rough around the edges and yet casually messed,
    As he glances out the window sees the sight that he is blessed with 
    Of 60 from across the street.
    Now 60 was beautiful,
    With perfectly trimmed cuticles,
    Dressed in something suitable,
    Never rude or crude at all.
    Right on time as usual,
    More on cue than a snooker ball 
    But liked to play it super cool.
    59 wanted to tell her that he knew her favourite flower, 
    He thought of her every second every minute every hour,
    But he knew it wouldn’t work, he’d never get the girl,
    Because although she lived across the street they came from different worlds.

    While 59 admired 60’s ‘perfectly round’ figure,
    60 thought 59 was… odd.
    One of his favourite films was 101 Dalmatians,
    60, of course, preferred the sequel.
    While he romanticised the idea that they were star-crossed lovers,
    They could go against the odds (and evens) because they had each other,
    She maintained the views imposed upon her by her mother
    That separate could not be equal.
    Even with rose-tinted eyes 59 could realise
    The reason why 60 would never love him.
    He had picked up on the vibes, that because he was 59,
    60 felt she was above him.
    And though at the time he felt stupid and dumb,
    For trying to love a girl controlled by her stupid mum,
    He should have been comforted by the simple sum –
    Take 59 away from 60, and you’re left with the one.

    Sure enough it took him 2 months of moping around,
    But 61 days later, 61 was who he found,
    His next-door neighbour, he went round to her house,
    Because he had lost his keys again and his parents were out.
    As he noticed the slightly wonky numbers on the door,
    He wondered why he’d never introduced himself before,
    As she politely let him in his jaw dropped in awe –
    61 was like 60, with a little bit more.
    She had prettier eyes, and an approachable smile,
    And like him, rough-around-the-edges casual style,
    And like him, everything was in disorganise piles, a
    And like him, her mum didn’t mind if friends stayed a while.
    Because she was like him, and he liked her.
    He reckoned she would like me if she knew he was like her,
    It was different this time – these feelings felt proper,
    So he plucked up the courage and asked for her number

    She laughed – I’m 61.
    He grinned – I’m 59,
    And today I’ve had a really nice time,
    So tomorrow if you wanted you could come over to mine?
    She said yeah…
    I love talking to people, who are just as quirky,
    So she agreed to this unofficial first date.
    In the end he was only ready 1 minute early,
    But it didn’t matter because she arrived I minute late.
    From that moment on there was non-stop chatter,
    How they loved x-factor, how they had 2 factors,
    How it didn’t matter – distinctiveness made them better,
    By the end of the night they knew they were meant together.
    As time went by the relationship deepened,
    He found all the little things about her more appealing,
    He had complicated ways of telling her his feelings,
    Like his reasoning for why things would work between them… 

    He explained – you’re 61, I’m 59,
    Rotated round/upside down, that’s 19 and 65,
    The age that one might get a job until the day that they retire,
    Of course it will work because we’ve got the world to be inspired?
    She laughed at him.

    Now one day she was talking about ‘stuck up 60’,
    She noticed that 59 looked a bit shifty.
    He blushed – told her of his crush:
    “The best thing that never happened, because it led to us”
    61 was clever see, not prone to jealousy,
    Looked him in the eye and told him quite tenderly,
    You’re 59 I’m 61 together we,
    Combine to become twice what 60 would ever be.
    At this point 59 had tears in his eyes,
    Was so glad to have this one-of-a-kind girl in his life.
    He told her the very definition of being prime
    Was that with only one and himself could his heart divide,
    And she was the one he felt he could give his heart to,
    She said she felt the same and now she knew the films were half true.
    Because this was better than that, that love was just a sample,
    Because when it came to real love, they were a prime example.


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