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Jon Mewett Senior Member
since 2000-03-04
Posts 1304 |
A young man built a castle formed of solid gold It was to be life’s shelter for me when I got old My dreams were quietly stored within its stone built walls As I dreamed I wrapped them and draped them on the walls The hallways were so long it would take a whole lifetime To take them and relive them but I’d know they were all mine The future that I had built it seemed so sure for me But whilst I built my vaults……. my life I did not see My castle stood so proud decked with my visions bold But as trough life I wandered the days grew short and cold In my time of building I thought I saw the truth But now in recollection it’s hidden in my youth It came in fleeting glimpses it passed before my eyes It sat proudly on my shoulder it voice was battle cries Through a young mans cloudy thoughts you know you can’t be wrong It bites into your conscience but you just…. carry on You don’t take any action it would go against the grain And love is such a freedom song it dries your tears and eases pain And now the leaves are falling around my castle walls I shove the door wide open go tearing through the halls I wipe my eyes and look again search vainly for my dreams But the bareness that is waiting there has shattered all my schemes So as you live your young charged life the advice I give to you Store your dreams in love and truth……. a castle just won’t do [This message has been edited by Jon Mewett (edited 05-03-2000).] |
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childomine Senior Member
since 2000-01-25
Posts 818st. petersburg, FL |
Jon you continue to outdo yourself. This sounds like a pretty barren castle. The dreams and schemes we have when we're young! But all for naught if powered by the wrong reasons. ...Give me the strength to walk the soft earth, a relative to all that is.... Black Eagle Oglala Sioux holy man |
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ESP Member Elite
since 2000-01-25
Posts 2556Floating gently on a cloud.... |
This one speaks volumes to me! Wonderful job you have done here, Jon! Love and hugs, Lizzie  "Poetry is the true expression of my soul, it is my ultimate means of communication. It is my rainbow of delight." |
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DestinysCharm Member
since 2000-04-28
Posts 90 |
I'm speechless, this is fabulous. |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Very good advice, Jon. Once that time is gone, it is gone forever. Great poem! Denise |
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blackhalo Member
since 2000-02-15
Posts 467Denver, CO |
I can only diddo the above. Beautiful work here. Oh, to be young again... Life defines no more than what it is you ask for. April 20, 2000 Alicia A. Renzelman |
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John the cat Member
since 2000-03-23
Posts 357England |
Oh for the benefit of hindsight. Nice one Jon. May your roof never fall in and those beneath it never fall out. Irish proverb. |
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Jon Mewett Senior Member
since 2000-03-04
Posts 1304 |
Thanx folks yeah it's great to be young...........sigh??? Oops sorry where was I,I meant it WAS great to be young well youngish anyway. Jon |
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wonderous Member
since 2000-02-29
Posts 75 |
hey jon another masterpiece-you are fantastic. thanxs for the advice out of total curiosity ( you dont have to answer the question) how old are you? |
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Jon Mewett Senior Member
since 2000-03-04
Posts 1304 |
Yesterday your question I'd answer here somehow But I was so much older then I'm younger than that now! |
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Marilyn Member Elite
since 1999-09-26
Posts 2621Ontario, Canada |
Youth is full of viggor, Full of charging in head long. Youth is full of running for, The sound of true love's song. Years are full of wisdom, Full of knowing what is true. Years are full of loving, Knowing it's inside of you. As we age we mellow, See the beauty of the world. Living life for each day, Not for the next to be unfurled. This was a wonderful read. Thankyou for sharing it with us. When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shodows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face... William Butler Yeats |
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Yu Lan Senior Member
since 2000-04-13
Posts 1462New Zealand |
Wow Jon! ^_^ Such great ideas in this poem.. amazingly true.. *_^ Loved it.. Lynne |
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Wikket Member
since 2000-01-29
Posts 340Santa Clara, CA USA |
Awwwww Jon...somewhere in the depths of my soul, I understand the truth of the advice in this poem. 'Tis a pity I did not understand sooner. Great! ~~Jamie   "I keep breaking all the promises That I keep making to myself You'd think by now that I'd be over this Instead I'm feeling sorry for myself So why does everything seem desperate now? I should be feeling so alive But it feels like something's missing Something's wrong somehow It feels like something deep inside has died..." --Stabbing Westward |
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Jon Mewett Senior Member
since 2000-03-04
Posts 1304 |
Hey Guys It seems like I struck a chord with this one. But remember it aint all bad. Marilyn thanx for your wonderful verse I really like that. Yu Lan,Wikket thanx guys I appreciate your comments very much Jon |
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