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Open Poetry #4

This Day

Martie

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since 1999-09-21

Posts 28049
California

0 posted 1999-11-20 12:56 PM

(I wrote this poem amost 40 years ago, yikes! and I still feel the same, although I do remember many a beautiful sunset)

This Day

On this day of years gone by
of many minutes passed,
the memory of a sunset gold
in memories will not last,
for sunsets are the symbol of
another day gone by,
and always those that bring new days
are first to meet the eye.

Minutes are for those who wait,
and those who let them pass,
with sixty seconds every one
until their days are done, at last.
This seems to me a useless task
for those who like to count,
for what are minutes in a life
that’s lived for no account.

When days go by I am not sad
for age is but the task,
of counting all the wisdoms learned
from moments in the past,
for life at last is all
that you would have it be,
and only those who know this fact
have truly lived, you see.

Denise

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since 1999-08-22

Posts 22648

1 posted 1999-11-20 02:15 PM

Wow, this is beautiful, Martie! When did you start writing, in the playpen?! Another genius we have here, huh!? Very lovely!

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Denise

JennyLee
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since 1999-09-01

Posts 1461
Northwestern, NJ.

2 posted 1999-11-20 03:02 PM

So beautiful Martie

I especially like "Minutes are for those who wait, and those who let them pass"

Jenny

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Love is an attempt at penetrating another being,But it can only succeed if the surrender is mutual.

Marge Tindal

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since 1999-11-06

Posts 42384
Florida's Foreverly Shores

3 posted 1999-11-20 03:29 PM

Martie - Beautiful thoughts from a beautiful heart.
May each day's sunset leave such remembrances in your mind.
Sunsets are so unique ... the majesty of God's palette.

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