That dust does blow into the future,
From a time past it does bring with it,
Strands of memories unknown to me,
But there within me do I recall a better time…
Am I one with time,
A timeless traveler,
Just passing through,
Waiting for what,
Hoping for whom,
Wishing for better,
Have I yet arrived,
Or have I come many a time…
Should I have been born in the twenties,
Or during the war years, but again which war,
Could I have played on my beaches,
Years prior to the days that I did,
Was I in love, walking with my lady,
On the boardwalks of the past…
Where shall I go hence,
What direction future or past,
Should I live and dream of the future,
Or yearn for and love my life last…
© ed ~ 10/03/08
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You have written an amazing piece here. I guess you decided to use your talents you have been hiding.
CarolHawks
watch is slow). -gene.
"OURS IS NOT TO REASON WHY - OURS IS BUT TO DO, OR DIE!"
"HALF A LEAGUE, HALF A LEAGUE, HALF A LEAGUE ONWARD -
ALL INTO THE VALLEY OF DEATH, RODE THE SIX HUNDRED..."
"WAS THERE A MAN DISMAYED? NOT THAT THE SOLDIER KNEW..."
"STORMED AT WITH SHOT AND SHELL -
ALL INTO THE MOUTH OF HELL,
RODE THE SIX HUNDRED..."
Very ancient Ed
No use wishing for what might have been, no use living in the past. Make your future count NOW. Pass on a legacy to those who love you. Thought provoking excellence.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.