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Walt Lange
IP: 63.197.32.121 Sep 10, 04 - 11:37 PM |
Poem; Reflections and comments
REFLECTIONS by Walt Lange I never was a flower child didn't sing or dance in the park. Peace and Love just drove me wild never listened to the meadowlark. Never let my hair grow long no marches or sit-in. Thought it was all wrong for me, almost a sin. Took no acid or pills and such didn't even smoke pot. Just sat around and drank too much got drunk an awful lot. Listened to the folk and protest songs never realizing what they meant. Laughed at slurs and verbal prongs thought I was part of the establishment. Rarely sing and often cry hard to laugh and hard to dance. Now, I just ask "Why?" I never gave myself a chance. Cannot find love I know not where. Not from above not sure He would really care. Day by day I plod along trying to survive. At night knowing it's all wrong wishing no longer to be alive. Afraid to live. Afraid to die. Nothing to give only to cry. 1964 to 2004 many a year has gone past. In forty years couldn't keep score life and time went by too fast. Isolated thoughts in words that rhyme written with pen and sigh. Not so sure how near the time when all is gone and I die. I originally wrote this diatribe of rhyme in 1984 during a fit of depression. Updated it from 20 years to 40 years span, a catharsis.
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Bonnie
IP: 172.201.218.34 Sep 11th, 2004 - 12:47 PM |
I really enjoyed this poem. I too, have went back to poems I have written years before and added or enhanced their form. Its away of connecting the past person to the present person. |
George William (Bill) Newport
IP: 4.153.74.206 Sep 28th, 2004 - 5:28 PM |
I have not tried rewriting like you did at twenty and forty years, I let stuff compose inside my head and when the little bell goes ding I write it down on the computer to see what I have written G |
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