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Seeing now that photograph of that little boy Now taken so very long ago, that was then, me I sit now, looking back through each and every day Dreaming of those halcyon times, pondering the past Those days long ago where I once picked wild flowers I wonder just how so many days have quickly passed This a puzzle that I just cannot now ever understand I wonder how those days flew past just so very fast One moment I was young, then now, I’m suddenly old Time silently trickling past, days now so long gone Black, sun up, sun down, another time now turned over Day after day, much passes now spent looking backward Faces fluttering, dreaming of those people now gone Some were bad, some were ugly, others I then loved Push, pull, life tugging until I write of my deep emotions The most important, life lived and also loves occasion’s Now staring, I lie here today, looking always rearward Realising how time does fly, and then slips past so easily Pleasures, regrets, those wasted times I never shall forget Always moving onwards, until the last bell for me chimes Heart torn, tortured by these immensely deep thoughts Those that I lost, comrades from my darkest long gone The need to write down, of those long lost days of daring do But finally realising sadness, those days now long past
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Dec 11, 2023
Dec 11, 2023 at 11:19 AM UTC
Silent Stealthy Life
Seeing now that photograph of that little boy Now taken so very long ago, that was then, me I sit now, looking back through each and every day Dreaming of those halcyon times, pondering the past Those days long ago where I once picked wild flowers I wonder just how so many days have quickly passed This a puzzle that I just cannot now ever understand I wonder how those days flew past just so very fast One moment I was young, then now, I’m suddenly old Time silently trickling past, days now so long gone Black, sun up, sun down, another time now turned over Day after day, much passes now spent looking backward Faces fluttering, dreaming of those people now gone Some were bad, some were ugly, others I then loved Push, pull, life tugging until I write of my deep emotions The most important, life lived and also loves occasion’s Now staring, I lie here today, looking always rearward Realising how time does fly, and then slips past so easily Pleasures, regrets, those wasted times I never shall forget Always moving onwards, until the last bell for me chimes Heart torn, tortured by these immensely deep thoughts Those that I lost, comrades from my darkest long gone The need to write down, of those long lost days of daring do But finally realising sadness, those days now long past
don-moore
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Dec 11, 2023
Dec 11, 2023 at 11:19 AM UTC
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