Now i find
that man who
i thought
i would be
is nowhere
to be found
not here
not there.
The fine suits,
stage sets
status, cars
and family
came and went
traded for
freedom
of thought
time and
purpose.
Tomorrow?
well thats
another day.
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Author:
dusk arising (
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Love it
these words are darn good words & true.... nice one DA.... N
Love it!
Yes, tomorrow is another day, and I'll continue to keep my hopes up.
Poetically recalled
When you stop planning and thinking ahead it's time for the long box - super work.
Lots of our aims have to bite the dust and your verse D.A. shows how in the end changes can make us unrecognizable to the person we thought would emerge. A positive ending though shows how to look at tomorrows. An inspirational write and thanks for sharing.
I love this, I could read this forever, makes me think
Those tomorrows are always so special.
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