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Miles and Years
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Miles and Years |
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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA 
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I recall the very summer when I'd just turned seventeen- My head was full of visions of a world I'd never seen. In this world there was no sorrow, no failure, nor regret- The only ones who weren't my friends were those I hadn't met. My bus pulled out in August, and I kissed my Mom goodbye- She watched that Greyhound roll away, and could not help but cry- For she could see my future, even through her veil of tears- That all that waited for me was a lot of miles and years. My two years in the Army, did serve to educate- It helped me be suspicious, and taught me how to hate- I discharged on the West Coast, but, oh, at what a cost- I started learning people, my last innocence was lost. Driving truck and punching cattle, and a dozen other things I learned the thrill of taking drugs, the numbing force of drink- To lie, and cheat, and even steal,I learned in just awhile- With nothing for my efforts but a lot of years and miles. I found someone to love me, but, oh, the awful shame- The kind of man which I'd become, would only cause her pain- My feet where always itching and greener grass I sought Our hopes and aspirations were doomed to come to nought. My counsel to the young man, is tarry long at home- Give long consideration, before he starts to roam- He'll only find frustration, heartache, and bitter tears Out on the road to ruin, there are only miles and years. |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
There's a lot of truth here, John. It seems there comes a time when we all must trade joy for wisdom. Ida |
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GBride Senior Member
since 2009-07-02
Posts 538 |
I like your style. Once again, the lonely story of life gone bad. Of man fighting the futility of the battle against the elements. Of time wasted, when we think we are on the road to our dreams, only to find that we awake to the rubble of our self-destruction. But then, how could it be otherwise, since we not only do not know the answers to our questions, but do not know the right questions to ask! |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Great tale, John! I, too, love your style! |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
A most excellent read... form and substance. Hats off, with a bow to you and yours. "We'll chase them like rats across the tundra." |
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LindsayP Member Elite
since 2007-07-28
Posts 3410Australia, Victoria |
You may have had your problems along the way John but it certainly hasn't affected your poetry. That is one great poem my friend. Keep up the good work. Lindsay |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
certainly a realistic tale...and, told so well...nicely done...thank you for sharing |
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