Robert Lindley Poet Rhyme

No Overs, Baby

No Overs, Baby


Day is done and coming night so very, very long
gone is my youth when I was so massively strong
Seasons no longer hold those sweet, epic thrills
treks into the forests and walks in the blue hills

No longer joy in the conquests of wild, wild life
no fun sitting on the blade of a razor sharp knife
Retreat, regret, remorse none turn that magic key
can never stop the pain for the very life of me

If life were music sad would be the maddening song
no pardon for the misdeeds so very harsh and wrong!

Robert J. Lindley, 06-14- 2014

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Monterey Sirak June 15, 2014 at 7:36 AM Stunning write! So very deep and emotive. We can only look back and shake our heads in wonder at our reckless youth. Robert Lindley June 15, 2014 at 8:13 AM Thank you Monterey.. Looking back I see much good and a bit too much bad. Bad decisions I made that injured both myself and others too.

Sara Kendrick June 15, 2014 at 7:11 AM Deep emotive work that speaks of some of the feelings of those who grow older with limitations..Enjoyed reading your work today..Thanks for the visit to my page..Sara Robert Lindley June 15, 2014 at 8:11 AM Thank you my friend. Regrets of a wild and misspent youth weigh heavily upon a man..