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Array ( [sid] => 42277 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => A Lesson Learned [time] => 2004-04-08 02:35:40 [hometext] => [bodytext] => I was so happy at the time that you were mine.
Now you're just a memory, in my mind.
Remembering all the walks in the park,
and all those long talks in the dark.
We were so in love, love so strong, and so pure.
Oh how i'm wishing you were still here.

I remember taking drives down that old,
back road. Not a care in the world,
about anything that i was told, only because
in my eyes, you were better than gold.
All the dreams that we were to fulfill,
had all went down hill, The day God
took you.

Now i just sit back, and wait for my turn
to come. Even though i have moved on in life,
I still think about what it would have been like,
to have you as my wife. It's a lesson
in life that we all learn. So i say to
the one who reads this. Love the one your
with.

For you may not know, just when you or
someone else may go. Life is like a game,
You win some, and you lose some. Each day
is a new lesson learned, you just have
to pay close attention, and be thankful
for what you have earned.


BY: Ronald William Smith [comments] => 2 [counter] => 195 [topic] => 48 [informant] => Rylo [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
A Lesson Learned

Contributed by Rylo on Thursday, 8th April 2004 @ 02:35:40 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



I was so happy at the time that you were mine.
Now you're just a memory, in my mind.
Remembering all the walks in the park,
and all those long talks in the dark.
We were so in love, love so strong, and so pure.
Oh how i'm wishing you were still here.

I remember taking drives down that old,
back road. Not a care in the world,
about anything that i was told, only because
in my eyes, you were better than gold.
All the dreams that we were to fulfill,
had all went down hill, The day God
took you.

Now i just sit back, and wait for my turn
to come. Even though i have moved on in life,
I still think about what it would have been like,
to have you as my wife. It's a lesson
in life that we all learn. So i say to
the one who reads this. Love the one your
with.

For you may not know, just when you or
someone else may go. Life is like a game,
You win some, and you lose some. Each day
is a new lesson learned, you just have
to pay close attention, and be thankful
for what you have earned.


BY: Ronald William Smith




Copyright © Rylo ... [ 2004-04-08 02:35:40]
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Re: A Lesson Learned (User Rating: 1 )
by morelikelyrics on Sunday, 11th April 2004 @ 10:40:27 PM AEST
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How could anyone pass up on commenting on this wonderful write?

So heartfelt this is... I loved it

Yes, it is a very hard lesson to learn... but you seemingly have taught it with words so beuatiful...

...all the girls in every girly magazine cant make me feel any less alone
~Morelikelyrics


Re: A Lesson Learned (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Tuesday, 13th April 2004 @ 05:34:06 AM AEST
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This is painfully beautifull!
We all take too much for granted at times.
As my children are gone and I live alone I spend most of my time doing what I'm doing right now.
The internet knows no barriers and our writings are life. I'm sure this write will help many people thru the ages.
Many pass thru our writing and we never really know what they take with them from our writings.
Great write!
luv, huggs, appreciation,
emy




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