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In The Back of My Mind
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In The Back of My Mind |
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John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas 
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It comes rushing back, at night in my dreams The pain and the fear, so real they both seem- The loneliness, sorrow; I thought far behind- Still dwell with me here, in the back of my mind. Long days on the road, those nights all alone When a bedroll and saddle were all that I owned. The dreams of the future, which once shone so bright Now rob me of sleep, when I lay down at night. The years of my youth, have vanished like dew- My strength and endurance, it seems they’ve fled, too With all of these gone, only memories remain- Of the grail which I sought, but I sought it in vain. Where do they go? Our dreams when they die? Tomorrows are yesterdays, passing us by- Amnesia, I think, would be far more kind- My failures still live, in the back of my mind. |
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Deb Lynne Member
since 1999-08-19
Posts 180Where blue skies meet blue ocean |
I love this! |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Wow! Boy, can I relate to this! Well done, as usual, Gunslinger! Denise |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
Gunslinger, I found myself nodding my head in recognition and agreement all the way through this...again, so well written. Aesthetically, poetic perfection. On a more personal, yet still artistic level, it brings to mind Alexander Pope's words. "True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance, 'Tis not enough no harshness gives offence,-- The sound must seem an echo to the sense."  Claire |
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