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Array ( [sid] => 164856 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => pondering these last three years [time] => 2011-02-18 18:08:45 [hometext] => i dunno, just felt like writing [bodytext] => I"ve been thinking
Bout my life these last three years,
Of life and money and love lost,
Things gained and disappeared.
I've written of many of these,
Individually, as time passed by,
But what does it all really mean,
Now that I'm a bit more wise?
When we came into '08,
I had money and was somewhat happy,
Had nearly all I'd ever need.
Had a couple failed attempts,
The found someone I truly loved.
We had the summer of a lifetime,
But good things necessitated an end.
I soon lost everything but my truck and my cat
In 2009,
Left homeless and praying to catch a fish
For myself and feline companion
Every day,
Then sleeping at a truckstop,
To do it again the next day.
Through it all, I was exceedingly happy.
Then found someone new to love
And after a while moved in together.
She loves me, and I her,
And while now I have money and two jobs,
I have lost everything else dear to me.
No longer do I have my truck,
Much less a vehicle of my own,
And had to give up my cat,
(After three years,
Very fond of her I had grown)
So now although I make a respectable amount of money,
And have most everything I need,
I cannot help but wonder,
Why am I unhappy?

I guess what I'm trying to say
Is maybe we're not happy
When we have everything we want,
But maybe all we need to be happy
Is less than we think,
Or maybe the happiest people
Are the ones who have nothing [comments] => 2 [counter] => 222 [topic] => 43 [informant] => solmyr1404 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )

pondering these last three years

Contributed by solmyr1404 on Friday, 18th February 2011 @ 06:08:45 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

I"ve been thinking
Bout my life these last three years,
Of life and money and love lost,
Things gained and disappeared.
I've written of many of these,
Individually, as time passed by,
But what does it all really mean,
Now that I'm a bit more wise?
When we came into '08,
I had money and was somewhat happy,
Had nearly all I'd ever need.
Had a couple failed attempts,
The found someone I truly loved.
We had the summer of a lifetime,
But good things necessitated an end.
I soon lost everything but my truck and my cat
In 2009,
Left homeless and praying to catch a fish
For myself and feline companion
Every day,
Then sleeping at a truckstop,
To do it again the next day.
Through it all, I was exceedingly happy.
Then found someone new to love
And after a while moved in together.
She loves me, and I her,
And while now I have money and two jobs,
I have lost everything else dear to me.
No longer do I have my truck,
Much less a vehicle of my own,
And had to give up my cat,
(After three years,
Very fond of her I had grown)
So now although I make a respectable amount of money,
And have most everything I need,
I cannot help but wonder,
Why am I unhappy?

I guess what I'm trying to say
Is maybe we're not happy
When we have everything we want,
But maybe all we need to be happy
Is less than we think,
Or maybe the happiest people
Are the ones who have nothing

Copyright © solmyr1404 ... [ 2011-02-18 18:08:45]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: pondering these last three years (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 18th February 2011 @ 08:06:32 PM AEST
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I love this so much! It cuts strait to the heart and it makes you think. VERY GOOD AT WORDING THIS! I like how its blunt and open.

Re: pondering these last three years (User Rating: 1 )
by Deadson on Friday, 18th February 2011 @ 09:51:38 PM AEST
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Yes! i've lived this story before.. just haven't been able to write it.. at least not like this.. Thank You!

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