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Wasted Life |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California 
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Wasted Life I guess ol’ Freddie had it right, (Wasted today – I’ll waste tonight). But we all pay a price that fair, Riding a train that goes nowhere. The storm cloud sets on yonder hills, With no regard for time it kills. But the lightning soon finds its mark… It leaves you standing in the dark. And Destiny stops on a dime When it comes time to face your crime, While Justice with peculiar sleight Of hand twists fate from you each night. But still I take another shot, At life, handing her all I got. In morning’s shadow standing tall, A man who never learned to fall. Yet with that shadow chasing me, Will I still jump at all I see? Or will a sigh soon take its place, Opened to Misery’s embrace? I guess only the time will tell. I guess for now it’s just as well. It seems I’ve lost the will to fight, At least for one more wasted night. But tomorrow the sun will shine, If you get yours, then I’ll get mine. Still, if we don’t what do we care? We’ll just hop that train that goes nowhere... And we’ll run it clean off the track, Till there’s no finding our way back; With every stop along the way Naught but another wasted day. I guess ol’ Freddie knew my sorrow, (Wasted today – I’ll waste tomorrow); With stinted words and deep held breath I will have borne unto my death. A wasted dream! A wasted chance! No time to mourn, no time to dance… The love of my beautiful wife But tribute to this wasted life. Michael Like one that on a lonesome road |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
I've always loved that song... So many sing it lightly, but the lyrics pour pain. That pain, however, pales in comparison to the soul-deep misery in these words: With stinted words and deep held breath I will have borne unto my death. A wasted dream! A wasted chance! No time to mourn, no time to dance… The love of my beautiful wife But tribute to this wasted life. Not just heart wrenching... heartbreaking. I will, however, focus on the whisper of hope and strength these lines give: But still I take another shot, At life, handing her all I got. In morning’s shadow standing tall, A man who never learned to fall. Yours is one life I'll never consider wasted, poet of the powerful pen... when you've lost the will, may God give you the strength. *S* |
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ebonygirl Member Elite
since 2011-07-14
Posts 2000California U.S.A |
Michael, is this life really wasted, a beautiful wife, is a beautiful life, yes? ms. e |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
"The storm cloud sets on yonder hills, With no regard for time it kills. But the lightning soon finds its mark… It leaves you standing in the dark." "A wasted dream! A wasted chance! No time to mourn, no time to dance… The love of my beautiful wife But tribute to this wasted life." I hope this "Wasted Life" is poetry only. This is so very sad. JL  Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself. |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Ruth, I seem to be getting rather adept in the "losing will" department of late. Indeed, God is my strength, and I am lucky enough to have some really great and understanding friends. For all the woe I throw into my songs, I am truly blessed and I know this much. ms. e, In my case it would be " A beautiful wife WAS a beautiful life. The wasting of such was mine... and that I mourn truthfully. Suffice to say happiness is not likely to find me until I know I am no longer the cause of her pain as well. Enough said... JL, I wish it were only poetry as well sometimes... but real life is seldom topped by fiction. In this case, it wouldn't even be appropriate. I thank you all for the kind replies. Michael |
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Nicole Senior Member
since 1999-06-23
Posts 1835Florida |
Michael... it's been such a long time. You're as emotive as ever. Yours is always a slow pain, and you draw it out so completely. I've missed your words, friend. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
I can relate to "wasted days" as I have this feeling often, but never ever would I be able to think possible "a wasted life", no. Your words are powerful, you touch upon innermost feelings of inadequacy of our doing and being with regard to life's opportunities ... When we are filled with the awareness of being loved for who we are, even if we think we have not done our best always, we find back our way into serenity and with every new day we start again being and sharing love. Begin by loving yourself as God's child and the love for others will be a natural consequence. You are not responsible for the unhappiness of others! You did not intend to hurt. It's everyone's choice to allow others to hurt them. Everyone can choose detachment, not allowing anybody to gnaw at their psychological integrity. You got me thinking and that's always a good thing ... or maybe not! Love and peace. (again, yes!) Margherita |
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Michael
Moderator
Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Nicole, it is great to see you here. I’m looking forward to seeing some of your wonderful writing. Yep, my pain is as slow as ever… lol Don’t worry though, there’s plenty of smiling in the interim. Margherita, you have given me much to ponder… Guess we’re good at getting each other thinking. I thank you for a response much more powerful than the originating poem. Michael |
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