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Mixed Messages

It's a hazy, lazy morning
In an Arctic of the cold
And I am soon exploring
My relic of a Soul
I wonder if I'm dying,
At the thought of getting Old
All my life sincerely striving:
To save my Youth--My woe!

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Robin Davis

November 2, 2013 at 6:56 PM

Chan This is a write that everyone can relate too. We all worry about getting old ( I'm already there ) lol Its not how old we are, its how we live our lives and treat others. Nice job Thanks for the sweet comment on my Magical Words poem. glad you enjoyed it. Hugs and Love Sweet Pea

Just That Archaic Poet

November 3, 2013 at 10:06 AM

I totally agree with you, Robin! Thanks for reviewing! <3

Richard Lamoureux

August 20, 2013 at 7:17 PM

It cannot be saved but some believe it can be prolonged. Hence we have a generation of people who have never grown up. They live only for themselves and will one day die alone. Wow all that came out from your brief and effective poem.

Richard Lamoureux

August 22, 2013 at 7:43 PM

Your writing has a maturity to it so my guess is that you have moved beyond the Peter pan stage,you just may not have admitted it yet.

Just That Archaic Poet

August 21, 2013 at 8:57 AM

I think I wrote this piece around the age of 25 or so, and not much has changed in the nine years since: I still suffer from the "Peter Pan" syndrome. I have a lot of pieces that reflect my fear of getting old and mourning of youth. Thanks for the read and kind words, Richard! :)

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