Gert Strydom

Veteran Poet - 1,840 Points (03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

A Scrapbook - Poem by Gert Strydom

If I put my soul down in a scrapbook
with old photographs of how life used to be,
you will not find me
among the past
that is dead
like it ought to be.

Far too many dreams
were hollow and were followed
by war and loves lost
with a price and cost
and did not lead
to expectations,

but the here and now
is the place where I am.


Comments about A Scrapbook by Gert Strydom

  • Rookie - 498 Points Indira Renganathan (2/3/2010 1:30:00 AM)

    The special prevailing place...well penned (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 20, 2010



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