Do You Take..

Memories on the wall
                             and in the hall,
yesterday's dreams faded
                                   recollections
what I was and we were
                                  now are no more,
reside in photohgraphs
                                and lie in drawers
with country walks for miles
                                      and children's smiles;
Landscapes of broken hearts
                                       are now still life,
of everyday joys,
                        when girl met boy,
what-might-have-been and
                                      if only we had....
and yet no other way
                              could it have been

We had no manual with life's sweet dream.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Culverhouse Avatar
March 7, 2010 at 6:20 PM
nicely penned, sad
Byrne Avatar
March 6, 2010 at 10:06 PM
Love the last line!
Delacroix Avatar
March 6, 2010 at 10:02 PM
That is true. There is no manual for life, for love and relationships. We learn and grow as we walk along the path of our life. Very nicely written, Brian. Thanks for sharing. Best wishes, Caroline.
Dietrich Avatar
March 6, 2010 at 8:31 PM
very good one here, Brian. I really enjoyed this poignant one. Thanks for your comment to me. LUv,Andrea
Sweetheart Avatar
March 6, 2010 at 5:34 AM
Lovely expressions in your lines.. u are not alone Brian..none of us was given a manuel to live life or deal with LUV... sometimes I wish there were a book to learn from but experience is the best and only teacher I am afraid... I like the way u set up the poem to emphasize each line of poetry... luv.. "Sweetheart"
Kendrick Avatar
March 6, 2010 at 4:02 AM
The last line ....We do have a manual but so many times we don't read it...Keep the sentimental writes flowing for they can be eye openers. Sara
Villarosa Avatar
March 6, 2010 at 2:59 AM
Sweet recollections could be found in the old drawer or could be hanging on the wall. All written or could be just in our mind, there is no manual but only fate holds. Nice message here, Brian. Appreciate your kind words to my poem, always. (^_^) Noel.
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March 6, 2010 at 2:29 AM
Very well written. Like this one a lot.
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