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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
15 years 11 months ago
Excellent Work
ziggy
15 years 11 months ago
hi
shirley harrison
15 years 10 months ago
Dearest Dennis
magics02
15 years 10 months ago
Dennis You Go
Mari Shine
15 years 10 months ago
Another superb penning in
xena465
15 years 10 months ago
Dear Dennis
Seren
15 years 10 months ago
Dear Dennis
Seren
15 years 10 months ago
Yep now it reads perfect …