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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA 
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I've often tried to figure out- Just where it all went wrong. Just where I lost my vision; And how I lost my song. I used to be a dreamer. My life was fantasy; What a sad awakening, To see as others see. There was a girl who loved me. To her I was a knight. The agony I put her through... Some wrongs you cannot right. The saddest thing of all, I guess: Is gazing into eyes, That once were bright with laughter, And wide with each surprise. But now they're vacant windows- So sad, and dead, and cold. Gone the vibrancy of youth, They're empty now and old. Sometimes I'd like to find the grave, Where that sweet soul was laid. And lay down there, myself, and die, And mark the ledger "Paid"! Back to Top Logged |
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effjayel Senior Member
since 2007-09-30
Posts 1474At the Crossroads of Infinity |
Good one John |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
This is a sad poem, John. Perhaps this poem helps to mark the ledger paid. Ida |
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LindsayP Member Elite
since 2007-07-28
Posts 3410Australia, Victoria |
It is a very poignant poem John and very well written, You certainly are a great poet. Lindsay |
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