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Blonde and Twenty-Three

When I was blonde and twenty-three The world held open doors for me The streets would speak, they were my friend I thought that love would never end Scarlet lips on sunset kisses Promised all that passion wishes Mirror friendly faces glowed I sought the life I thought was owed When I was wise and forty two There were so many things to do No time for flowers in the park A pawn on board to make his mark Future still an open dream Rising fast to taste the cream When did clocks leave me behind Forcing a new path to find Now, it seems I can’t be seen A wrinkled package casts no sheen I miss the days of fancy free When I was blonde and twenty-three

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Date: 6/20/2019 3:41:00 PM
Hi Mike, So well written. I particularly like the last stanza and the line " A wrinkled package casts no sheen." So descriptive and great poetry. It's a shame that older people are not given the respect they are due in our culture and become invisible. wishing you all the best, Warren
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Mike Gentile
Date: 6/20/2019 5:19:00 PM
Thanks so much Warren, I do certainly agree, Have a great evening!!
Date: 6/3/2019 2:44:00 PM
I can relate Mike. I miss having good knees. But I treasure the wisdom of many years of experience. When young we think we have all the time in the world. A great nostalgic reflection. xxoo
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Mike Gentile
Date: 6/3/2019 3:12:00 PM
Thanks Connie and yes I am certainly still grateful to still be here xxoo
Date: 6/3/2019 8:29:00 AM
... I think we all miss that time, Mike - A lovely poem :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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Mike Gentile
Date: 6/3/2019 11:56:00 AM
Thanks so much Anne-Lise, I do agree xxoo
Date: 6/2/2019 8:51:00 PM
Can't say it much better than this, Mike...waxing nostalgic; memories bittersweet. Happy end of Sunday, my ~ Gershon
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Mike Gentile
Date: 6/3/2019 7:46:00 AM
Thank you as always WM !!!I always appreciate your visit!
Date: 6/2/2019 7:22:00 PM
Your expressive poem is conveyed with haunting beauty, Mike, and your wistful words are filled with the hindsight and wisdom that comes from the experience of living life. Wonderfully done. Warmest wishes always.. ~Susan
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Mike Gentile
Date: 6/3/2019 7:44:00 AM
Thank you so much Susan, your thoughtful comments are most appreciated xxoo
Date: 6/2/2019 8:32:00 AM
I understand, missing those days. I miss a lot about that time too. Well expressed Mike ! :)
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Mike Gentile
Date: 6/2/2019 9:04:00 AM
Thank so much Heidi xxoo
Date: 6/2/2019 8:02:00 AM
sadly we can't hold back time Mike, got to look back to the good old days and embrace the future - I'm just grateful for every day I wake and open the curtains!:-) hugs jan xx
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Mike Gentile
Date: 6/2/2019 9:05:00 AM
I know you are right Jan, I am also grateful xxoo Thank you!!
Date: 6/2/2019 7:58:00 AM
Excellent!!! Every line :) xomo!
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Mike Gentile
Date: 6/2/2019 9:07:00 AM
Thank you so much Maureen, Happy Sunday xxoo
Date: 6/2/2019 7:35:00 AM
We will all feel like this one day.. some people seem to struggle with age, but we just have to embrace it.. part and parcel of life my friend..
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Mike Gentile
Date: 6/2/2019 9:07:00 AM
I do sometimes struggle but do balance that with gratitude for still being here, life is good !!
Date: 6/2/2019 7:22:00 AM
I really enjoyed the soft tone and flow of your poem Mike..you speak for many with your portrait of aging..so charmingly delivered!
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Mike Gentile
Date: 6/2/2019 9:08:00 AM
Thank so much Vijay, I do appreciate your kind words !!

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