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The old songs loved from long ago come to me from my long gone past On winds they caress me tonight whispering from dreams I had last The old days trooped by in glory paraded across my life's field Displayed in panoramic view how many dreams they have revealed Faces long gone look out from mist to this once wandered man to be Speaking from my past adventures beloved friends long a part of me Oh how they flood through my mind to speak of days that've gone by Forcing me to look to the one that came from acts I can't deny We are not each one right nor wrong we are the result of our times Held to account for all the good as well as for all our crimes Mystic chords of my memory look back on the road I traversed Remembering moments I loved as well as those I have cursed While each loved soul has given time to pursuit of living pleasures Only by reflecting on life do I recognize its treasures Tate original version with my own art work accompanied by music http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/504688/ All three of my books can be viewed here http://www.writerscafe.org/aristate They are available at amazon ,createspace and barnes and noble
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Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 8:53 AM UTC
Life's Treasures
The old songs loved from long ago come to me from my long gone past On winds they caress me tonight whispering from dreams I had last The old days trooped by in glory paraded across my life's field Displayed in panoramic view how many dreams they have revealed Faces long gone look out from mist to this once wandered man to be Speaking from my past adventures beloved friends long a part of me Oh how they flood through my mind to speak of days that've gone by Forcing me to look to the one that came from acts I can't deny We are not each one right nor wrong we are the result of our times Held to account for all the good as well as for all our crimes Mystic chords of my memory look back on the road I traversed Remembering moments I loved as well as those I have cursed While each loved soul has given time to pursuit of living pleasures Only by reflecting on life do I recognize its treasures Tate original version with my own art work accompanied by music http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/504688/ All three of my books can be viewed here http://www.writerscafe.org/aristate They are available at amazon ,createspace and barnes and noble
Can anyone know what will come when the wind blows us cold and gale Or what direction it be from when finally we set our sail
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Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 8:53 AM UTC
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