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Numbers, memories and age.
Contributed by
waynster
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Wednesday, 6th June 2012 @ 06:19:09 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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One, two, three, four,
growing up and out the door.
Five , six, seven, eight,
taught negative things, and learn to hate.
Nine, ten,
remember back to then.
when learning was important for me,
only when were older, this we see.
The counting has stopped,
life goes on as so.
We grow older,
but not our soul.
Having traveled so far
looking back from time to time.
Much distance from this elder
and what was a childhood of mine.
Having learned to relax
taking life day by day
Having learned that stress
will surely make you pay.
From childhood
to an adult or until I die.
I have learned so many things
and know my memory is a spy.
My memory flashes me pictures
of a very distant past
My memory flashes me pictures
of events that are so vast.
Not being able to forget
many instances of things I have done.
Still being alive
is one gift I have won.
Forty eight years
feeling good for the most part
I am not sure
when again counting I will start.
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waynster
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2012-06-06 06:19:09]
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Re: Numbers, memories and age.
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by thehotshotpoet on
Wednesday, 6th June 2012 @ 02:42:59 PM AEST
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great work,I'm hoping 48 doesnt make you feel to old but it sure is playing a tune on me,i'm 48 too
thanks for sharing
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