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Remember When

For as long as I can remember
Life has been a mystery
The amazing world of interest
To the relationships of others
Why were they attracted
To my unclear personality
Why was I fighting for independence
Yet loving the attention
Then the real world set in
Many others in the same boat
The struggle for the answers
Contemplating every word
Looking back was always a decision
Never a satisfactory position
A life is here for it's term
Gone in a flash
Life goes on without question
No choice in coming here
No choice in leaving
That struggle for independence
The feeling of being alone
Surrounded with those you love
That loneliness persists
The final moment being a lonesome one
Going back to the unknown
Leaving all behind
Why do we remember when
The days of youth are gone
And the questions never answered
What did it all mean
No way to correct the mistakes
Not knowing which were right
A mind full of wonder
Cause I remember when



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  • mysticstorm gold member
    October 21

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    Well done! Your words are so true as we do walk through this life blinded and often wondering why...yet true answers are often never found...youth goes by and still we stubble...yet somehow we make it and survive...


    • Quiet places gold member
      October 21
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      Thank you Kim for the compliments on my poem. You are so right in your comment. Happy you enjoyed the write. Don

  • malmadre gold member
    October 11

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    Yes, we are just stumbling through life, always aware of our mortality, hoping to leave something behind that made our lives worthwhile...perhaps it will be a poem.


    • Quiet places gold member
      October 12
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      Thank you my dear for the compliments and the comment on my poem. Yes perhaps a poem! Hope you enjoyed the poem. Don
  • Yvette Champ
    October 11

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    Your poem is full to brimming with pondering and in the end there is still a sense of questioning, yes we may look forward or in the rear view mirror but it's misty and rarely clearer.

    Good luck in the contest



    • Quiet places gold member
      October 12
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      Thank you for the compliments on my poem. Sincerely hope you enjoyed it. A strange write for me. Thanks again, Don
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