Barry Van Allen


... And Back!


Put that paste back in that tube,
Put that sound back in that bell,
Put that spilled milk in those shards,
'cause I don't want to go through hell!
... again.

Submitted: Saturday, June 16, 2007
Edited: Saturday, March 12, 2011

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Comments about this poem (... And Back! by Barry Van Allen )

  • Rookie Smiley Hooker (7/23/2009 11:32:00 PM)

    I agree with Mat, let's forget the past and move on. Live for today, be happy, enjoy and appreciate what we have. Meaningful write. Thanks for sharing :) (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Mat Masters (8/3/2007 11:39:00 PM)

    How true that we all go through those times. Unfortunately, however, we all spill the damn milk sometimes! And we realize with some things there's no going back. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Dee Daffodil (6/16/2007 7:02:00 PM)

    Barry...This is a short little piece, but none the less, quite significant. Understood, and appreciated.
    Hugs,
    Dee (Report) Reply

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