Saturday, December 28, 2013
Mind, The Mother Of All Mess - I Comments
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My hands clutching tight years gone by and dead,
I mull old memories, do day-dreaming,
Hold eager hands cupped to catch those ahead,
That time I've none for the moments fleeting.
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Edward Kofi Louis
19 October 2019
Old Memories of love and life! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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12/5/2025 11:07:08 AM # 1.0.0
The subject matter is well related to the poem's title " Mind, The Mother Of All Mess. Nice expression. I cite....A dream of joy to cherish forever! / I've heard this sure and often times before, / And still find me farming my fields of yore. Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing.
I am elated with your appreciating words, dear poet.