Old friends and old memories
Old cloths and old habits
Old habitats and old ways
Provide such comfort
Hard to let them go!
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Stop and go writing
Basketful of emotions
Scant time for sorting
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First strike and you get it right
You think it just happen might
But the period of trial and error
Is what we need to go through
And perfection becomes marrow.
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Time makes sense of every thing
Time makes every thing nonsense
Time leaves no remnant to collect.
Old friends and old memories still come in mind in the way of reflective life. Very wise and perfect drafting shared that initiates thought...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this should give everybody who reads it in my/our March 2017 showcase something to reflect' upon! bri :)
Thanks for the comment. My favorite is last paragraph.