A poem - Democratic Underground

Deja Q

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Thu Dec-08-05 06:40 PM
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A poem

It was Spring, But it was Summer I wanted,
The warm days, the great outdoors.
It was Summer, But it was Fall I wanted,
The colorful leaves, and the cool, dry air.
It was Fall, But it was Winter I wanted,
The beautiful snow, And the joy of the holiday season
It was Winter, But it was Spring I wanted
The warmth, and the blossoming of nature.
I was a child, But it was adulthood I wanted,
The freedom, and the respect.
I was 20, But it was 30 I wanted,
To be mature, and sophisticated.
I was middle-aged, But it was 20 I wanted,
The youth, and the free spirit.
I was retired, But it was middle age I wanted,
The presence of mind, without limitations.
My life was over. But I never got what I wanted.

--- written by Jason Lehman.

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redqueen

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Thu Dec-08-05 06:55 PM
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1. This reminds me of something I read...

someone wrote about someone who'd point out when they were having a good time. They would be sitting under a tree and enjoying each other's company, and suddenly the guy would say, "We're sure having a good time, aren't we?"

I try to keep that in mind, and appreciate those times more vocally.

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Deja Q

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Thu Dec-08-05 06:57 PM
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2. Sweet.

Nice to know he had company.

I also just smiled. Haven't done that in a while...

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redqueen

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Thu Dec-08-05 07:10 PM
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3. Oh Hypno...

:hug:

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El Fuego

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Thu Dec-08-05 07:15 PM
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4. That is nice

Another poem I like:

"The Young Ones, Flip Side"

by James A. Emanuel

In tight pants, tight skirts,
Stretched or squeezed,
Youth hurts,
Crammed in, bursting out,
Flesh will sing
And hide its doubt
In nervous hips, hopping glance,
Usurping rouge,
Provoking stance.

Put off, or put on,
Youth hurts. And then
It's gone.

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