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Olden years are Golden
Olden years are cast in gold
Like firm memories
They stay for eons
Yet seem as fresh, as the morning dew
Then as we recall
A ball of can bursts
We see light anew,
As we retread over memories past
Recall the Hiroshima twas as if just yesterday
Some memories never fade away
And
Till the ultimate day we feel like twas just
A happening of today
Happy 1942 to you
And
Many more shall come your way,
This only Loved can pray and say.
Style / type:
Free verse
Review Request (Intensity):
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
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Candlewitch
Wed, 2011-11-23 10:44
Dear Loved,
A very deep poem. gives the reader pause for thought.
Recall the Hiroshima twas as if just yesterday
Some memories never fade away
And
Till the ultimate day we feel like twas just
A happening of today
Happy 1942 to you
And
Many more shall come your way,
This only Loved can pray and say.
always, Cat
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loved
Wed, 2011-11-23 14:53
That thou sayest deep
That thou sayest deep
makes me swim
in waters deeper
and
from the soil, they call earth,
emerge as a vines creeper
and
amongst roses, breed myself
and
bow to you for your courtesy
and
help...
Let me now vow, to never shirk
to compose poems ,
that upon human psyche shall work...
loved
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