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Of 19years of leisure
perhaps I will never know
but the light that overwhelmes me in memoirs
of all days gone bye
that brings me too tears edge to such that I may cry
My golden years lie before me
So I may see them once again
and I start to ponder
on the yonder that awaits
vivid and clear I see them
oh sweet memories of days that have pased
If I said I had regret
then I would tell a lie
as these memories that lie before me
are not of average day
are of oh so sweet summers and somewhat bitter mays
my first kiss your lips still moist red
my first slap as still sore as the day it hit
my first true love still as bitter now when broken
my first prize our love a truely golden token
and the day I walked an took my step still brave I stand today
and school still Afraid I stand there waiting on my name
First seeing you and playing that chidish game
but what I love the most is mummy making better
and writing me a sick letter
and daddy being there to see me tie the knot
and my sister who got me off pot
and I never thanked them I suppose
just took it In my stride
and I ponder now of the life I've yet to lead
one can not ponder too much on the choices one could make
one must leave some left unanswered a mystery
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now to who I owe the pleasure

Contributed by Fortunesdancer on Friday, 20th March 2009 @ 07:58:15 PM in AEST
Topic: happypoetry

to who I owe the pleasure
Of 19years of leisure
perhaps I will never know
but the light that overwhelmes me in memoirs
of all days gone bye
that brings me too tears edge to such that I may cry
My golden years lie before me
So I may see them once again
and I start to ponder
on the yonder that awaits
vivid and clear I see them
oh sweet memories of days that have pased
If I said I had regret
then I would tell a lie
as these memories that lie before me
are not of average day
are of oh so sweet summers and somewhat bitter mays
my first kiss your lips still moist red
my first slap as still sore as the day it hit
my first true love still as bitter now when broken
my first prize our love a truely golden token
and the day I walked an took my step still brave I stand today
and school still Afraid I stand there waiting on my name
First seeing you and playing that chidish game
but what I love the most is mummy making better
and writing me a sick letter
and daddy being there to see me tie the knot
and my sister who got me off pot
and I never thanked them I suppose
just took it In my stride
and I ponder now of the life I've yet to lead
one can not ponder too much on the choices one could make
one must leave some left unanswered a mystery

Copyright © Fortunesdancer ... [ 2009-03-20 19:58:15]
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Re: now to who I owe the pleasure (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 21st March 2009 @ 04:09:07 PM AEST
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great writing. frankness imbued with artistry. very good indeed.

-phil

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