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I Am ME
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I Am ME |
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John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas 
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I am the last snow flake to fall with early spring- And the last old goose in winter to take wing. I’m the lone wolf of the wild, who’s grown too old- To forage, so I perish in the cold. I’m the last faint twinkle in a dimming eye- Of an old man, when it comes his time to die. I’m the last tear drop of every broken heart- I’m the first step of the ones who never start. I am the residue of everything that’s good- The ashes of a structure which once stood... I’m the broken vows which never seem to last.. I guess I am the ghost of Christmas past. I’m the sound which falls on every deafened ear- And to the blind the vision so unclear.... I’m billows found upon the placid sea- In a word, I guess you’d say that I am ME! |
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Munda Member Elite
since 1999-10-08
Posts 3544The Hague, The Netherlands |
*G*, Gunslinger, I liked this...a lot. : ) |
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Watcher666 Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 1606 |
Enjoyed this much! Well done!! ------------------ Illusion...what we see and what we do...it's all up to you. |
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Craig Member
since 1999-06-10
Posts 444 |
Great poem, what's it doing down here it needs to be up there where everyone can see it!! Craig ------------------ Yes, I admit your general rule. That every poet is a fool: But I myself may serve to show it. That every fool is not a poet. |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Very nice!  ------------------ Denise |
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