The past is home for me these days .
My mind goes there and wants to stay .
The places I've gone . The places I've been.
Miles and miles that never end.
The loves I've lost . The few I did win.
My heart goes out to all of them .
I shed a tear for loves long gone .
Our chosen heart felt lovers song.
To hold a hand . To have one care .
To look at me and want me there .
I lay at night between sleep and waking.
Thinking of the loves . My heart is breaking .
The darkness comes. The day is fading .
Into the past I will be staying.
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Author:
The elder poet (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Several of my friends say that I live in tthe past. But I say No . The past live in me .
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
Why in the world did we live it just to forget it.... everything we did was over in a nanosecond and just made memories - I love going home to the past and it sure beats now.
I'm at the age where I forget what I went into the nex't room for . But I remember the past as though it was yesterday. And I'm so thankful for that .So many great memories. Thank you so much for reading and commenting.
Me too - not a bad old place to be, although I am a bit choosy about where I hang out......
Me too Dave. Have a good night.
'Same EP.
That past is so important to us oldies TEP and will be forever in our memories.
Andy
You are so right . It sure is to me. Thank you for reading and commenting.
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