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Facing Mortality

Another passing, quiet tears A time of reckoning, a few more beers Once wooded, now populated, concrete Where crickets chirped, now a street Dreams dying, goals unreached, a new reality Coming face to face with your own mortality Material achievement, awards on the wall Of no real value, please take them all To change the world but the drive is gone There's a torch still burning, can you pass it on Stars in the sky whose light will not diminish Journey toward dreams that you'll never finish There is a peace in memories, pain doesn't last The future intimidates but not the past Different roads but the same destination Reaching back in sheer frustration Fearing places where we don't know what we'll find Thinking back to all we left behind Another passing, quiet tears A time of reckoning, a few more beers.

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Date: 7/22/2015 11:46:00 AM
this is an awesome piece. Its nice visiting your pages once again. Definitely a 7!
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Date: 11/17/2013 12:01:00 AM
Hello Vince, stopping by to say hi and read this one again... looking forward in facing all i can... with out the drink of course... hugs..LINDA
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Date: 11/16/2013 2:24:00 PM
A poem full of wonderful imagery and nostalgia. Thank you for your comments on my poems. Very best wishes Linda x
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Date: 8/5/2013 8:13:00 AM
Excellent poem, such truth in your message, yes my friend as time marches on our fear of mortality are faced, great write, bravo, blessings sueellen
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Date: 7/31/2013 10:32:00 PM
Wow! A truthful reflection of each year passing. My, how time flies!...Milt
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Date: 7/17/2013 12:38:00 AM
Such a true reflection of life at this stage. Thanks for such an insightful poem, SuZ
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Date: 7/13/2013 3:21:00 PM
hard to face, the journey that resides in us... I can't seem to pass the same street at times. .. I guess I keep hitting the wrong information. .. anyways, I wish I could drown in beer every now and then... enjoyed Vince...luv....linda
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Date: 7/10/2013 9:29:00 PM
and the older we get, the more see the face of what we fear. Really related except that I don't usually drink beer.
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Date: 6/26/2013 7:30:00 AM
Great truths penned in these lines..Sometimes we set goals and reach them to only find out that they were false pursuits..Sara
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Date: 6/21/2013 9:30:00 PM
Some days are really a struggle, but if you can smile and be greatful for the loves past and preasent it helps. I remember missing friends in Veit Nam and fight on.We are so lucky to have lasted this long..So many never make it out childhood. Your a hell of a good writer Vince.Hang tough
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