I worry about my past
not that he has anything special
what worries me are those that I left behind
And i think with myself
It is me that i am always running and not walking
or were their choice and not mine that made us so apart
And make it all only a Past.....
anyway....they are so far far away from me
hey nineteen...any memories?
the camping, super 8 videos, any birthdays?
The surf on Ipanema Beach, the Noscote to protect the sun
the chopp at Barril 1800, the friends
always the friends and no one of them so alive....
Hey father, hey mother and the haunted house
With the mystic Pan, carved on my balcony
not a man not a beast...causing me panic as he like
Damn i hate flutes.....
Hello my sweethearts... so many...
one in every party ~and the dances to involve~
driving at dawn to UP to the Cristo Redentor and down in carts
I worry about my past
not that he has anything special
just He is....and just now i am aware
sad, empty and dead without me to remember
But Hey Past...I am Alive....
wow poem hunter is changed so much so many new features feels odd but then after reading your amazing poem it feels like home to me and thank you for that you are brilliant and we know it bravo ma'am
i only have read this once, and, the way i saw it on the screen, it appeared at first to end after six lines. and those six lines would have made a nice poem in itself. but there was more! as usual, i think i understand your meaning pretty well, though the english is a little tricky for me (or should i say for you?) . i enjoyed it and it gave me reason to think briefly of my own past and the many people i have gone to school with, worked with, had as customers, and had as wives or girlfriends.............who i am no longer around and rarely, if ever, hear from or about. but life goes on, i am alive, there are others in my life now, and PH friends and poems etc. etc. help to satisfy my need for companionship. thanks for sharing. if you want me to send more input to you about the 'english', just drop me a message and i'll be glad to drop one back to you. bri :) p.s. i especially enjoyed these lines: Damn i hate flutes.....................i hope you don't encounter any flutes this week! and: not that he has anything special just He is....and just now i am aware and THE LAST LINE. :)
Gostou de todo q voce escreve voce nao escreve na ligua da gente? ? ?
Unique write, different emotion but all back to life, breathing the past_Soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Why worry about the past? worry about present! worry about future! !