Wasted Memories Too
And all that’s left is the dark.
Once there was music full of truth
but now we are silenced by righteous youth.
It’s done!
And all of us will be sad
when every day they sing
songs full of lies that sting.
Do not listen!
Keep searching for something meaningful
but let me know where you are
if you ever need accompaniment.
Our time no longer has harmony.
There will be few performances.
Parting will bring heartache
and surely, it will be raining.
There is no treatment.
No matter how high they crank
the volume, it will not stir
the remnants of our lost rhythms.
Only time can heal the sounds
of this love’s dirty dis-chord.
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Author:
MendedFences27 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Love and music always seem to be partners.
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Comments3
Time can be a great healer Phil.
Andy
Thanks Andy, sometimes the only healer.
good read
thanks for sharing
Thanks LB, glad you enjoyed it.
I'm with you all the way on this one Phil .. bumpy rides R Us and unfortunately .. here to stay ...
great format, rhythm and flow mate ... makes sense too ... N 🙂
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