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Killing Time
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Killing Time |
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John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas 
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Killing Time, 5/24/01 Whisper soft, the falling rain, Conveys a dreary sound. And takes my thoughts to long ago When you were still around. The sighing of the autumn wind- Is quite in tune with mine. A lonely man, a lonely house... I sit here, killing time. Ah, what a waste, to kill the thing- Which we all seem to lack. That, once it’s gone, so precious seems But nought can bring it back. But I suppose the irony- Is there for all to see... It’s only fair that I kill time, For time is killing me. © Copyright 2001 John R. Yaws - All Rights Reserved |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
But I suppose the irony- Is there for all to see... It’s only fair that I kill time, For time is killing me. I think we are all guilty of killing time, I have murdered many a minute myself. really enjoyed the poem. "across the unfair divide |
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angelbear Member
since 2001-05-22
Posts 139North East, USA |
How true to our existience your sentiment is. Also I must comment that the meter and words give me that "song" feel. Would make a good song...  Loved your poem very much..... We kill time without remorse. We watch them dance. We run the course. We hold the candle, We watch the flame We never lose, we leave the game. an old one of mine...similar in many ways... Until you are are near it, you will never see it, until you live it you will never know it...this is why we must not judge it. |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Slinger~ I really enjoyed this one soooooo much. Very nicely done, my friend. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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