Before the dawn
And morning light
I hold a thought
Its centre bright
To remember
Days gone by
The lonely tear
The saddened eye.
Yet idle dreams
Of distant longing
Clouding faces
Still are calling
To centre stage
Of lifes show
The different masks
We all know.
A well known street
A certain door
Screaming still
More and more
Mistakes so foolish
A young mans pride
In age we try
To hide the lies.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Good write N.
most kind, thanks appreciated
Did ya see all this before the dawn or was it too dark?! lol.
I had a torch so could still see but then the batteries packed up lol
Oops lol.
The perils of aging in this poem. Well written
Appreciated, thanking you
You are most welcome
I walk toward dawn holding a torch of darkness...
so that you can see in the light that surrounds us
Such a very true write Norman, we all have things that we see to remind us of our past.
Andy
much appreciated read thanking you
interesting - how aging brings back memories and also some longing and sadness for what could have been...
thats true, thanks for reading much appreciated
glad to have read it - thanks for sharing
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