Topic: We shall meet up yonder.......
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Mon 02/13/12 06:29 PM
Years ago I was new meat,
fresh on this market,
and here for everyone to feast.
Now I'm old, time slipped away.
No one really gives a damn,
about anything I have say.
Time changes and meat goes bad.
Not anything to see as sad.
Bring in the new, young and bold.
let them take away your cold.
Temptations with anticipations.
Freedom rings throughtout this Nation.
Be an old picture, there on the wall.
As echoed new laughter fells the hall.
Pats on your back, with all the tact.
Knowing and feeling, your an old act.
Take all you can, and leave the rest.
Knowing now that your not one of the best.
Mirrored images reflect a time long ago.
Where others looked up to me, as someone to know.
Same lines, same me, only deeper do they tread.
What once was to envy, now seems so dead.
To much of me on here, I've bled.
Its been my life, my way, now my yesterday.
Someone once told me, I can't save the World.
Lying down in that fetal position, all curled.
A man who kept everything running so smooth.
No longer wanting to fight with the youth.
Tired of these games, and the false said claims.
Weak from pointing my finger toward anothers shame.
Just walk away, no one gives a damn anyway.
Time marches on, a star is born, a star burns out.
Nothing to put in,,or take out, and all this, without a shout.:heart:






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Wed 02/15/12 09:57 PM
I really dig "No longer wanting to fight with the youth.
Tired of these games, and the false said claims." I can understand(Or try) to see where your coming from. Excellent.

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Wed 02/15/12 10:18 PM

I really dig "No longer wanting to fight with the youth.
Tired of these games, and the false said claims." I can understand(Or try) to see where your coming from. Excellent.
Thanks man,,I have learned much on here,,as to witnessing life and ages,,and all that they share and yet dispare.
Many a metaphor to read between my lines, all the passion and my time.
Sometimes I write as if I'm falling to piece's..
Then I get trapped,within them creases,,,:wink: laugh drinker

A comic to live, a poet to give, a friend to believe, I am alive!

I hope you have some good times on these pages and write us your tales.
This is a place with mostly all good and cool people,,,so just post and get seen,,and friends will start emailing ya..
Look foward to reading you,,,be blessed Bro...drinker