Here are words no longer spoken
of memories now faded and broken
hearted, but their onslaught remain
whose friendship and esteem contain.
After all these intervening years
this ever filling cup of hopes and fears
bring these straying thoughts to bay
while days accrue and debtors pay.
Now being none the wiser, although
some things may ail a father, bestow
a gift no king's horses or men could offer
today shall likewise slip into forever.
Dear child, your heart is ever learning
more and more each day, you're turning
more like the self that you imagine
live each moment through this world's raucous din .
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
in drips, they filter
realisations of gleaned, awareness
to that accumulating wisdom
in our lives
awaiting, our readiness
to be utilised, in those choices
that carve out life's
most cherished mementos...
(simply beautiful, dear Poet
I so appreciate that gentleness
in your tonality)
Thanks, L.B. This is a summing up of sorts in poetry or a life dedicated to the art.
Good write CB.
I'm none the wiser that me singing lessons have not improved. I fool myself that they have! lol.
Teef OK? (not that nonsense again. lol).
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