Open Poetry #50 |
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Alone |
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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA ![]() |
I’ve been called a cynic, and maybe that is true. If so, at least a little of the blame belongs to you. I’ve been called hard hearted, I wasn’t always so. But that’s a fact, my darling, that you most surely know. I guess that we could blame it, on being young and dumb- But love is not a game we play, down where I come from. Courtship leads to marriage, to last throughout your life, A “to the death” companion, husband or a wife. I was just a conquest, a name upon your list- A fool who trusted promises, enchanted by your kiss. But all too soon, my folly, was evident to me- I realized that others, could just as plainly see… A simple country bumpkin, charmed by fairy tales; And shocked and unbelieving, by romance as it fails. But he is gone forever, life’s lessons have I learned… And trust, and love, and joy, have from my heart been burned. As I continue down life’s path, a man no longer young- I’ll soon return unto the sod, from which my forbears sprung. A bitter lesson I was taught, if only I had known- It’s best to put away the dreams, and live and die…Alone. |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
We should never put away our dreams. ![]() |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
The living alone part tends to be true with some of us, even in a shared house. haven't got to the dying part yet, but agree, alone sounds like the way to go. |
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