just one swan song is not enough
so I must wander through my mind
along the roads I left behind
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Reality! In fact when one gets old and turns back his memories, meets himself as another person, young being trying to explore the world.You, Barry, express it here by the best way. The happiness of the authenticity of life in its two forms, the prime and mature.To be happy by both, as expressed here is a hymn to it, for having experienced it.
today an old man pays his debt and I can hear what he might say to that young boy of yesterday.... great theme. Beautiful poem on life and death having a philosophical base with lofty insights. Thank u dear sir.
Did you borrow 'One Swan Song is not enough' from my comment to you? And yet, you developed it into something far more amazing! The concept of your boyhood self and your present self leaving together, disappearing into the trees, calls forth the image of ball players disappearing into the cornfields in the film Field of Dreams- - but your image is more beautiful and profound. Lovely picture, too!
Yes this is the poem inspired by your comment. The last goodbye is to the self. It involves acceptance and self forgiveness. If successful. it moves ahead to the next stage without deep regrets. Glad you liked what I was able to do with the idea. And thanks.