I hear that old song "All The Things You Are" On an old scratched record. How long ago was it That it said it all For me? And, I wished - Forty-five years At least. And now I know That the image In my mind When it was my prayer Is ravelled frayed, Chewed By Time. No longer My heart palpitates - It is cool - My eyes open, tho opaque. But there's A sense Of Drama In This life, And I am In it - A star - Faded Exploited To null. Yet, I feel The rapture That was When I was There - Dewey eyed And naïve. Play on!
Addie W. Williams
.April 5, 1983
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Reviewed by PAULA LESLIE (Reader)
Reviewed on February 3, 2005
When you are young, you think about "all the things you are" so carefree with not a worry in the world. Then as you get older you begin to wonder if you have loved enough, prayed enough, lived enough, been good enough to others with more sincere thought. This is my interpretation of Addie's beautiful words. A spiritual and inner thought that we should pnder before it's too late to give all you can of your heart.
Reviewed by Nila Jamier (Reader)
Reviewed on January 26, 2005
This is so well written a wonderful poem.
Reviewed by Joshua Miller (Reader)
Reviewed on January 26, 2005
She was obviously a great poet!
Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)
Reviewed on January 26, 2005
I like to hear the old songs too and have a beautiful memories of them.
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