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THEN & NOW,TWAS EVER THE SAME

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THEN & NOW,TWAS EVER THE SAME

The myths of innocence & simplicity
hide beneath a mask of fraility
within youthful pleasures of times long past
human desire forever heads the cast;
What seemed simple then,is just relative
through rose-tinted spectacles,we forgive,
forget so easily life's reality,
vulnerable,alone in our self-pity;
Circumstance has moved on,we have stayed
transfixed by myths,our memories frayed;
twenty-four hours,still was then, a day
but different complications held sway.

Our times change,yet inside we remain the same
as players,not spectators in the game

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  1. Date: 5/31/2010 5:24:00 PM

    Great sonnet with impressive thoughts penned...Thanks for letting me know that my poem held-up through the first round of competition....Keep the creative pen flowing..Sara

  1. Date: 5/31/2010 8:11:00 AM

    U are kidding me ..yes? how did u find out my Envisions made the first round cut? I am on my way home from vacation.. someone else driving..don't worry..haha.. and there is going to be a Sonnet contest shortly and this one is a definite for an entry Brian.. thankxxx.. with luv fromt he "Sweetheart"..last two lines are the power punch ...

  1. Date: 5/31/2010 7:26:00 AM

    The last two lines especially, stay fixed in my mind....indeed we remain the same throughout our lives. Such an insightful, thoughtful poem...another for my favs! ~ Carrie

  1. Date: 5/31/2010 4:07:00 AM

    Excellent write Brian, we are players in the game of life wherther we like it or not. Is reaching the finish line a ture victory. A twelve or thirteen year old boy had written, to cross the finish line is only the beginning of a new race. If a person believes in life after death I suppose he was right.