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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Eagles and Stallions two poems interwoven ----------------------------------------- My Black Bird has long been gone. Memories of many flights, linger on. Only a Pony, today, fast and strong, could bring this old souls, life along, I miss that beautiful open cockpit. It was me and such a perfect fit, galloping down many of, a long winding road, creating thousands of stories that could be told, for this wild, uninhibited old soul, who, one more time, wants to know of a man facing the sunset of life, wind in his hair waving goodbye, and without a thought or a care the life of a wander, life’s adventures to come, moments, in all likelihood, to make up life’s sum for what remains, what is left of life on this plane. Never more to contemplate all that one felt of pain before the bright lights dim, beautiful sun set fades, no more roller-coaster rides, no more penny arcades. caused, pain suffered throughout a long and checkered career that bear back riding in the heart of a Silver Mustang, dear My Black Bird has long been gone, wings clipped. Memories of many flights, linger on, what a trip. will dissipate from consciousness, but never ones memory hoard. In the saddle of a wild stallion, unlike on the wings a Bird, bored, My Black Bird has long been gone, forget I try. Memories of many flights, linger on, a tear I cry. never comes to one’s feeble, old mind, as he gallops to the end of time on the back of a steed who needs a little TLC, as expressed in this rhyme. B. J. “A ” 2 October 12th, 2018
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