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Your words always seem to touch ones heart in more ways then one.
It makes us wonder at times why those before us can not see what we feel and see within our hearts. I learned through the years that when you must question yourself what another will do or if they will do it. Then it is time yet again to let go for love is not something that should leave us with questions. Very good as always......But I must say 1958 was a gooooooood year |
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Your words always seem to touch ones heart in more ways then one. It makes us wonder at times why those before us can not see what we feel and see within our hearts. I learned through the years that when you must question yourself what another will do or if they will do it. Then it is time yet again to let go for love is not something that should leave us with questions. Very good as always......But I must say 1958 was a gooooooood year It's hard to figure out why some periods of time produce thinkers,and others done. But, it is what it is, yes? Im glad you liiked this one darlin~how's the new year treating you precious? |
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1957 here,,,and I to struggle with your same thoughts.
Life, living, and love...Roll them all together and it can feel like the world on your shoulders. Just know if your feeling bummed and down,,I am always around,wink..Great poem... |
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"The power of writing and its interpretation in your sweet hands, make it or break it, the choice is yours my sweetest friend. wiz
Another year has gone by Another day in my life In which mean dissections And foul deceptions have Added yet another gray hair To an already confused And bewildered head Another year to face alone Rather than mingled with An illusion disguised as Love’s confusion Confounding me Astounding me with Harsh and true Duplicity Should I even want to Try anymore? Or shall I simply Shut the door on those Lingering longings Which have lead me Nowhere but Into despair? Do I take a chance On yet another Short lived dance in the hopes That this tune … Yes, this tune! Will be the one To play out Sweetly Completely To the end? Will he finally Learn to sway and bend Instead of maintaining such rigidity Can I set him free? Or will he keep His heart in cold Captivity … … leaving me… Standing alone A solitary dancer Who knows only How to dance A minuet Choreographed For a loving duet? Another year gone by A time when I must Decide to try To keep living Giving Loving And hoping … Or is it finally Time to retire Those dreams That aspire To engulf and … Consume me… Leaving me lying Coldly in the ashes of time? |
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1957 here,,,and I to struggle with your same thoughts. Life, living, and love...Roll them all together and it can feel like the world on your shoulders. Just know if your feeling bummed and down,,I am always around,wink..Great poem... Awwwwww thank you my sweet friend! |
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"The power of writing and its interpretation in your sweet hands, make it or break it, the choice is yours my sweetest friend. wiz
Another year has gone by Another day in my life In which mean dissections And foul deceptions have Added yet another gray hair To an already confused And bewildered head Another year to face alone Rather than mingled with An illusion disguised as Love’s confusion Confounding me Astounding me with Harsh and true Duplicity Should I even want to Try anymore? Or shall I simply Shut the door on those Lingering longings Which have lead me Nowhere but Into despair? Do I take a chance On yet another Short lived dance in the hopes That this tune … Yes, this tune! Will be the one To play out Sweetly Completely To the end? Will he finally Learn to sway and bend Instead of maintaining such rigidity Can I set him free? Or will he keep His heart in cold Captivity … … leaving me… Standing alone A solitary dancer Who knows only How to dance A minuet Choreographed For a loving duet? Another year gone by A time when I must Decide to try To keep living Giving Loving And hoping … Or is it finally Time to retire Those dreams That aspire To engulf and … Consume me… Leaving me lying Coldly in the ashes of time? Oh darling Frank. You know me. I always carry a pocket full of hope. My dreams still linger strong! |
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keep them alive and stronger with each passing day, all your achievments are closely tights around them.
"The power of writing and its interpretation in your sweet hands, make it or break it, the choice is yours my sweetest friend. wiz
Another year has gone by Another day in my life In which mean dissections And foul deceptions have Added yet another gray hair To an already confused And bewildered head Another year to face alone Rather than mingled with An illusion disguised as Love’s confusion Confounding me Astounding me with Harsh and true Duplicity Should I even want to Try anymore? Or shall I simply Shut the door on those Lingering longings Which have lead me Nowhere but Into despair? Do I take a chance On yet another Short lived dance in the hopes That this tune … Yes, this tune! Will be the one To play out Sweetly Completely To the end? Will he finally Learn to sway and bend Instead of maintaining such rigidity Can I set him free? Or will he keep His heart in cold Captivity … … leaving me… Standing alone A solitary dancer Who knows only How to dance A minuet Choreographed For a loving duet? Another year gone by A time when I must Decide to try To keep living Giving Loving And hoping … Or is it finally Time to retire Those dreams That aspire To engulf and … Consume me… Leaving me lying Coldly in the ashes of time? Oh darling Frank. You know me. I always carry a pocket full of hope. My dreams still linger strong! |
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keep them alive and stronger with each passing day, all your achievments are closely tights around them.
"The power of writing and its interpretation in your sweet hands, make it or break it, the choice is yours my sweetest friend. wiz
Another year has gone by Another day in my life In which mean dissections And foul deceptions have Added yet another gray hair To an already confused And bewildered head Another year to face alone Rather than mingled with An illusion disguised as Love’s confusion Confounding me Astounding me with Harsh and true Duplicity Should I even want to Try anymore? Or shall I simply Shut the door on those Lingering longings Which have lead me Nowhere but Into despair? Do I take a chance On yet another Short lived dance in the hopes That this tune … Yes, this tune! Will be the one To play out Sweetly Completely To the end? Will he finally Learn to sway and bend Instead of maintaining such rigidity Can I set him free? Or will he keep His heart in cold Captivity … … leaving me… Standing alone A solitary dancer Who knows only How to dance A minuet Choreographed For a loving duet? Another year gone by A time when I must Decide to try To keep living Giving Loving And hoping … Or is it finally Time to retire Those dreams That aspire To engulf and … Consume me… Leaving me lying Coldly in the ashes of time? Oh darling Frank. You know me. I always carry a pocket full of hope. My dreams still linger strong! |
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