Wednesday, 26 August 2015

Just where did you go?

My world unravels
I'm not who I used to be
Or thought that I was

 When it was springtime
Youth rampant in all I did
Just where did you go?

 What use is wisdom?
While fates fist is menacing
There's still much to do

 I kissed her soft cheeks
What a sweet lover you were
Life's experience

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8 comments:

  1. Rosey Pinkerton26 August 2015 at 08:56

    You still have the memories.

    Rosey Pinkerton's blog

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  2. Sheilagh Lee26 August 2015 at 12:58

    time marches on except in our inner core where we still feel twenty or younger

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  3. Alice Audrey26 August 2015 at 13:43

    Were we ever really who we thought we were?

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  4. Gail26 August 2015 at 17:12

    You write such beautiful love poems.

    thanks for visiting and for your kind comment.

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  5. Cressida de Nova26 August 2015 at 18:31

    Poets never grow old.

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  6. Josie Two Shoes26 August 2015 at 19:21

    I know this sentiment well. How did time pass so quickly?

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  7. kaykuala26 August 2015 at 19:38

    Great memories will always make one young at heart!

    Hank

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  8. Ann (bunnygirl)27 August 2015 at 20:09

    None of us are who we think we are. It's a constant discovery and time changes us all.

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