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Too Little, Too Late (or something)
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Too Little, Too Late (or something) |
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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA 
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Too many lonely miles out on the highway- And far too many lonely motel rooms. Too many calls from some old way-side payphone, I’ve found a happy matrimony dooms. In a million miles you see a lot of country- But I guess I haven’t had that many friends. No hopes, no plans, no dreamy aspirations- You’re born, you live, and then the journey ends. Too far from home, too far from wife and family- Sometimes will turn a true love into hate. And even when you have those good intentions- You find you’ve done too little, far too late. The moral of my missal is so simple- Be satisfied with simple things in life- Content to settle down with wife and children- Before too late, you’ve wasted your whole life. |
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insect Senior Member
since 2000-04-22
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Great poem! Distance can make things seem lonely. Sometimes we forget how the little things are important. Time may pass...our words(poems)will live on past us.  [This message has been edited by insect (10-10-2020 11:53 PM).] |
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