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Jul 14, 2010
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In Time
In time, I'll lose
All of my bearings -
The pens, papers, books
And poetry linings
Etched between memories.
Before these things are gone
I myself will be
The sentiment
Of my upbringing:
The downfall of old age
And the ripening
Of dying years.
Thin strands of hair will fall
One after the other
Till the shadow of an old man
Occupies the mane
He once had.
Only then will I realize
The aggravation,
My lifeline disturbed
Not by premonition,
But a song.
All of my bearings -
The pens, papers, books
And poetry linings
Etched between memories.
Before these things are gone
I myself will be
The sentiment
Of my upbringing:
The downfall of old age
And the ripening
Of dying years.
Thin strands of hair will fall
One after the other
Till the shadow of an old man
Occupies the mane
He once had.
Only then will I realize
The aggravation,
My lifeline disturbed
Not by premonition,
But a song.
— Dennis Go, Jul 14, 2010
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Critiques
faithmairee
16 years ago
Excellent Work
ziggy
16 years ago
hi
shirley harrison
16 years ago
Dearest Dennis
magics02
16 years ago
Dennis You Go
Mari Shine
16 years ago
Another superb penning in
xena465
16 years ago
Dear Dennis
Seren
16 years ago
Dear Dennis
Seren
16 years ago
Yep now it reads perfect …
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