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Leaves slippery here I will watch my footstep then In their dance invite I will not turn gold For brown will come, old in cold Ungrateful breezes Manners of the young Left much to desire today Casting leaves to rot Like values in trash Thrown away. I am careful Dancing in the wind.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 11/21/2010 7:10:00 AM
Don't know how I missed this gem my poet friend...Excellent.....Happy Thanksgiving to you brother also....Michael
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Date: 11/19/2010 8:49:00 PM
Quite creative thoughts about getting older. Our elderly should be revered, but they get little respect from today's youth, my friend. As the years pass, I find myself "dancing in the wind" hoping I will not be struck by "ungrateful breezes. You rock! Love, Carolyn
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Date: 11/19/2010 1:30:00 PM
Quite meaningful write on the stages of life, L"nass. Thanks for stopping by poems and your comments,
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Date: 11/19/2010 12:21:00 PM
You have magic in your pen. The ability to create such a vivd fall scene in so few lines. Excellent piece.
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Date: 11/19/2010 11:10:00 AM
Another gem, you have a magical way of bringing your message across.. Hope your weekend will be a good one ~ Wilma
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Date: 11/19/2010 10:55:00 AM
great write! So profound
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Date: 11/19/2010 8:51:00 AM
oooh, very deep, L'nass. I feel that you are using the image from that poem I love so much (can't recall its name or author right now, but it was used in the novel "The Outsiders") I feel this too, that BROWN is all that is coming. Nothing gold can stay? Is that the line? YOu said in one of your comments you wanted to "grow up and write funny" like me. Hmmm, I think you were being sarcastic, right? You can't be young and write like this!
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Date: 11/19/2010 8:32:00 AM
Sadly beautiful are these words of casting off the treasures of age...I have had a similar poem posted recently...it must be fact of growing older that puts these words into our pens. However, no one can express with the same quality as you, my friend.
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