My Salad Days Poems - Poems about My Salad Days

... long in the attic, now unboxed, treasure trove of old Polaroid photographs; priceless! pulled from the gaping mouth of oblivion. one family album, in particular, sucks me into the vort......

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...SARTORIAL SELF-PORTRAIT Even as a young man, I dressed just like my dad. ‘Clothes are what defines you,’ Was a saying my mother had. But now I’ve retired from the city, Per......

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...The next morning when I begin to Rise, I shall ask my mind to be more Wise. As I follow the ideologies of Life, I elucidate to myself not to Strive. Peace of mind is merely what I Need, To for......

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...What should have been my Salad Days (but I was young, not wise) were filled with pizza, nachos, pastries, candy bars and fries! Many years I spent repenting when those days were through, and there......

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...SALAD DAYS Remembrances of my salad days can’t enrapture me. Compound fractures in heart when compelled to brawl, though healed in the long run have left deep scars. I w......

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...MY SALAD DAYS I was silly, little stupid I was naughty, little timid I was choosy, little crazy I was fussy, little lazy I was raw, unpolished My salad days most cherished I questioned, I ob......

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...First shower of early monsoon Petals of first Kadamb flower Purple rays of dawn Fluttering of virgin butterflies Eagerly waiting to touch you ! I see scratches of lusty rain Clearly visible o......

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...As my old eyes search for the setting sun, My mind is at work, Mending the million fragmented memories. The long arm of my mind, Retrieves the first dusty diary, from the tallest of shelves. Now nine......

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