those precious moments we search for
in the far recesses of our warped minds
we keep searching for solace,
as we leave time behind
and
march towards a stage
where rage
is the order of the day
and
page by page
we recall those very moments tall
we wish to time and again recall
but moments of momentum
are all so very few
we all love memories
how so ever old or new
Comments
yes precious memories much
yes precious memories much enjoyed cheers x
sueb so kind of you
I must rather ought to
read you too
shall do
Lovely
Words. Thank you
k
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This is one...
of yours that resonates with me. [Probably because I'm old and need my memories]. I particularly liked the lines;
"We recall those very moments tall
we wish to time and again recall
but moments of momentum
are all so very few
we all love memories
how so ever old or new"
~ Gee
it's indeed an honour that
you have found reason enough
to traverse on my page
old we all are too in mind
and when one is blue..
and
so I have to thank you...
Yes we,
Yes we, do and this poem will be remembered by whoever reads it, great poem. Regards Roscoe...
so kind of you Roscoe
to say so
regards
Loved
This piece is of sadness where a feeling held of disappointment with life's gains, or course has not been kind.
We owe it to ourselves to grow old with dignity and the love of what we made of our lives.
Show me a person that can say I lived my life to all its values and well I will show you a liar..
A good write Loved and if you can see what you have written inside then you need to shake your values LOL...
Yours, with a load of spare unconditional love, Ian.T
lololololololololssssssssssss
A good write Loved
and if you can see what you have written inside
then you need to shake your values .....LOL. hahahahaaa
tanxaaaaaaaaaaaa.