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OLDIES

Sitting on this cloudy day
beyond the panes where squirrels play;
I hardly pay them any heed
none of their antics played at high speed.

For I'm immersed in sixties songs
of love and fear, of rights and wrongs
that carry me back to the time
when I'd not written a single rhyme.

Back to friends no longer here
Back to my first taste of beer
Back to youth lived wild and free
Back to discovering the real me.

I close my eyes I'm almost there
with that young girl with whom I'd share
a life time of joys and sorrows,
all my yesterdays , all my tomorrows.

I think of those who have loved me
that time has shed like leaves from a tree
till now very few rattle in the wind
as they and I approach our end.

I sit listening, remembering
as guitars strum the ghosts sing
taking me back to that lost place.
Why,now, do tears stream down my face?

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Really love the contemplative theme. very well put!

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Raywhitakerblog.wordpress.com
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Thank you for the visit. BTW I have a workshop about to start up. Would like you to join in the fun

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to colorado. it's been sorta hard to keep up with things lately due to that. Plus am working on getting a new book ready for publishing.

I'm going to need to pass on the workshop this time. I would like to be considered for a future one, tho!

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hope your move goes well

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how we are still surviving
in a FOOL'S PARADISE
just awaiting the realisation
of what a silly life is
hopefully
nice stan you got published
hope you will feel happy
some one still reads ye

LIKE SHAKESPEARE
he turns in his grave
may be three times daily
may you long live

Perhaps due to you advanced age I should call you sir? lol. Thanks for dropping by

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LORD SIR etc are on merit
or they must be rich
blue blood maybe
you deserve it more than any'
particularly me
lol

throw some oil and matchstick
sir not me
I'm your poetic kid
lol

kinda impossible to ignore you lol

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some great bits of nostalgia within this piece! I cane relate and identify with many lines. your wisdom shines through.

*hugs, Cat

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When someone reads your work
And responds, please be courteous
And reply in kind, thanks.

you are the first one to accuse me of having any wisdom lol. Thanks for the visit

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