Ralph Sergi Poet Rhyme

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I see before me in all array
collections of a bygone day
classic chairs and dated books
clothing and a complete attire
of chairs where I have never sat
and books that I have never read
the clothing that I never wore

Trappings if you will, to seal the span of time
that maybe if my fate allows
I'll sit in the chairs and read the books
and wear the brocaded shirt with the paisley tie

And someday I will give them away
but who would want them anyway

©Ralph Sergi

January 25, 2008

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Ralph Sergi February 21, 2014 at 7:43 AM Thank you for your comment, Seosamh. You have echoed my poetic sentiments perfectly.

Seosamh De Burca February 20, 2014 at 9:06 PM I like this. A complex dictation of layers of life, what we carry, our hopes and what we hope to become. It beggars the question what will I leave behind that will treasure my hopes. A 7 for me.

Joseph Sergi December 3, 2013 at 6:55 PM another interesting poem a lot here to think about indeed great write

Charmaine Chircop December 3, 2013 at 9:54 AM concept i meant..oops sorry

Charmaine Chircop December 3, 2013 at 9:53 AM I am trying to read between the lines..There are things one wish to do in his life and yet hadn t done.Maybe one day all the ambitions would be fulfilled and maybe not..but what difference does it make to the others.I can relate to these thoughts ..always if i understood the conceps.What makes a man is definitely not the tie .So continue to give away your soul..Its what makes you who you are..and am sure many would love to be wearing your heart : ).Powerful thoughts penned.

Richard Lamoureux December 3, 2013 at 9:44 AM You inspired a poem. I called it Another Man's clothes.

Richard Lamoureux December 3, 2013 at 8:29 AM You might be surprised at who would want them. I like this little poem, it makes me wonder who I might become if I would read those books and wear another mans clothes.