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Array ( [sid] => 2340 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Looking Back [time] => 2002-08-16 06:33:03 [hometext] => Another poem about life's lessons. [bodytext] => Youth is a gift that we use up too fast,
never giving a thought to how long it would last.
I raised my children, without a minute to spear,
while longing for a time, I wouldn’t have a care.
I was on my feet, from morning to night,
dragging to bed, to start again at first light.
I wished for the day, that my children were grown,
when husband and I, would be again on our own.
But now I look back, with a tear in my eye,
to those days, that so quickly had passed me by.
Our children have gone, 1, 2, and 3,
and my love has past on, now it’s only me.
But now, what I’d give for my life of the past,
and pray every day for each moment to last.
I’d treasure the minutes of each busy day,
and never again would I wish them away.
[comments] => 2 [counter] => 255 [topic] => 23 [informant] => Jeff_Scott_Morehead [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 104 [ratings] => 21 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => FamilyPoems )

Looking Back

Contributed by Jeff_Scott_Morehead on Friday, 16th August 2002 @ 06:33:03 AM in AEST
Topic: FamilyPoems

Youth is a gift that we use up too fast,
never giving a thought to how long it would last.
I raised my children, without a minute to spear,
while longing for a time, I wouldn’t have a care.
I was on my feet, from morning to night,
dragging to bed, to start again at first light.
I wished for the day, that my children were grown,
when husband and I, would be again on our own.
But now I look back, with a tear in my eye,
to those days, that so quickly had passed me by.
Our children have gone, 1, 2, and 3,
and my love has past on, now it’s only me.
But now, what I’d give for my life of the past,
and pray every day for each moment to last.
I’d treasure the minutes of each busy day,
and never again would I wish them away.

Copyright Â© Jeff_Scott_Morehead ... [ 2002-08-16 06:33:03]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Looking Back (User Rating: 1 )
by Speechful_P0et on Friday, 16th August 2002 @ 12:38:18 PM AEST
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This Made Me Cry, This Is Part of life that Is So True That So Many Do Not See...keep Your chin up and smile...Your future is what you will make it to be..This Is A Very Nice Write...

Re: Looking Back (User Rating: 1 )
by Jilli_bean on Sunday, 4th May 2003 @ 07:18:23 PM AEST
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People take for granted what they have...thinkng it will always be there for them...and you dont realize how much you loved what you had...good poem

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