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Author Name: Freewritelady 1 Comments
Date Added: February 08, 2005 06:02:18 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Comings and Goings

I am barefoot; it is Spring;
New grass shoots appear beneath,
and the season begins to sing...
A strong March wind blows my hair into my eyes;
my face is covered in mystery.
All of a sudden I feel the hottest of summer suns on my back;
children are laughing in a pool;
I look at my skin, and it is as brown as leather.
The sun has blinded me;
I am parched to the point of insanity.
And there is now a smell of decay about this place.
There is a sweet, chilled rain falling on me.
I feel the urgency in the air,
of seeking shelter to wait something out.
And now it is pouring;
drowning me,
I raise my arms into the air, seeking help from anywhere.
And I feel the gentlest frozen moments of time land on me,
Then melt away, as if never having been at all.
My feet are covered,
I am turning white, awash in winter, I am cold.
And this is how the seasons come to be,
come to me;
dizzying, spinning out of control,
and somehow,
I awake to the fact that years have passed,
just so;
I ask myself where did they go?
How did I miss it?
How could I have missed it.....

Author's Notes:
I sometimes stop long enough to think about how many years have passed, and how quickly; almost as if I had been a bystander, not a participant at all. We get very caught up in each day, and routines, and before we realize it, Spring has turned to Sumer, and into fall...
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Comment By: PremiumJoe McNinney on February 8, 2005 07:06:16 AM Report
doesnt getting old just suck,i will stay young is one gigantic joke and we are the punchlines,you either make the waves or you get carried away by them,which are you???great poem as we all have wondered where has the time gone???joe


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