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Those Were the Days

Longing for the days gone by When cares were soon forgotten Which now linger oppressively Odorous, like fruit turned rotten. Carefree were those bygone days Random notions came and went Imagination rambling like crazes I was not afraid to experiment. Days passed swiftly into years Encumbrances kept piling atop My eyes often filled up with tears Memories became my only sop. Now, time has come with aging I remember those by-gone days My mind will often go foraging Now I have grown set in my ways. written June 29, 2021

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Date: 6/30/2021 11:16:00 PM
I do not think you have ever gotten past this Hank "Imagination rambling like crazes I was not afraid to experiment." You cannot convince me otherwise.
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L MILTON HANKINS
Date: 7/1/2021 7:40:00 AM
I must admit you are right, Caren. My imagination is pretty rampaging...and so is yours!
Date: 6/30/2021 12:35:00 PM
A fav. Truly was a reminder to me my friend-as of late I have tried to speed up what must be slowwwwwwwwed down..
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L MILTON HANKINS
Date: 6/30/2021 2:22:00 PM
So true, Robert. Thanks so much for your thoughtful comment. I'm happy you read my poem and felt it was worth commenting on. Have a wonderful weekend coming up. Thanks for the FAVE.
Date: 6/30/2021 12:33:00 PM
AHHH, the aging of fine wine and the aging of life are both in the flow of Time my friend. Those bygone years are seeded with lessons learned, joys treasured and stored and a reminder that the faster we race through life the faster we must face its end! Best to slow down, enjoy and delay the departure. God bless...
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L MILTON HANKINS
Date: 6/30/2021 2:22:00 PM
So true, Robert.
Date: 6/29/2021 6:55:00 PM
I think you have pin-pointed the difference age makes in your last stanza: Now 'your mind forages;' before your whole self foraged. There it is... :) gw
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L MILTON HANKINS
Date: 6/29/2021 7:09:00 PM
Hey, gw, I think you've got something there. Thanks for stopping by and making this insightful comment on my poem.