Open Poetry #50 |
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No One to Mourn |
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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA ![]() |
I meditate upon the paths I've chosen- And marvel at how quickly time has flown. The people who once cared, and I once cared for- Are gone and I must make my way alone. What I once thought was love, was only passion- Looking back, how tawdry it appears- A lot of broken vows and empty promises- A lot of gentle eyes were filled with tears. I have to ask what's out there waiting for me? Could it be that there's a chance for real romance? Or must I pay the Devil for his fiddle? And follow steps they call thesucker's dance? A lot more wasted miles lie out before me- A lot of one-horse towns I haven't seen. A lot more peering at some dim horizon Seeking grass a greener shade of green. I spent a lot of time in Arizona, I watched the setting sun from Waikiki- I gazed upon the awe-inspiring Rockies- I guess those are the things that made me, Me. The only thing that's left for me to hope for- Is the coming time I'll saddle up and ride- In search of what I hope are greener pastures. And leave no one to mourn the fact I died. |
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NormalitxButterfly Member
since 2008-07-09
Posts 107 |
enjoyed ur poem ^_^ I leave to walk ahead, only to be lost |
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