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Midnight Son

Oh, those days of a Midnight Son Of wild abandon Love on the run When sunset goals invade the brain And hijack thoughts A one-way train For life begins at 12 am At clubs and bars No rules to stem In rendezvous, in tryst of love Where lusts prevail Affairs thereof Alas, a Midnight Son grows old Yet, memories stand In thoughts paroled

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Caycay Jennings

Date: 1/13/2018 9:56:00 AM

As a once midnight daughter this drew me in and I recognized bits of my younger self in your stanzas. Your poem was like a visit to the past, an enjoyable one because time only kept the good parts. That may just be my watch. Well done. Blessings ... CayCay

Mike Gentile
Date: 1/13/2018 3:05:00 PM

It’s funny how time does that, sometimes I really miss those times, ahh youth!! Thanks CayCay

Juli- Michelle

Date: 1/9/2018 12:36:00 PM

Such a thought-provoking write. I love it. Love, Juli-Michelle

Mike Gentile
Date: 1/9/2018 1:59:00 PM

Thanks Jul-Michelle, I appreciate your kind comments, !!!

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 1/7/2018 7:56:00 AM

It is funny how the years change us when we think they never will, like enjoying long hair music. A lovely nostalgic piece Mike! : )

Caycay Jennings
Date: 1/13/2018 9:57:00 AM

Connie - did you really just call rock n roll, long hair music? Really?

Mike Gentile
Date: 1/7/2018 9:50:00 AM

I certainly agree, thanks so much, Connie xxoo

Rhoda Tripp

Date: 1/6/2018 8:47:00 PM

Maybe not old Mike, just wiser. "old" is subjective, Lol. I love this reminiscent poem. I remember those as a 'daughter moon' Great write, my friend.

Mike Gentile
Date: 1/7/2018 9:51:00 AM

Agreed, Thanks so much Rhoda xxoo