I'm already gone.

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  • patricialouise
  • resolving to spend more time writing as less time playing games.

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I love to keep moving. The grass may not be greener on the other side of the hill, but it is different , and the athropologiest in me want to see it. I wrote this while sailing to Mexico. And yes, it has a tune.

I'm already gone.

I'm a tumblin' tumbleweed

I'm a rolling stone

I got no direction

I got no "home sweet home"

 

Born to the wayward wind

Under a wandering star

I was born to keep movin’ 

I was born to travel far.

 

I'm caught up in the wind

and I can't stop

If you've heard I'm here,

I’m already gone.

 

But when it comes to spending time

It's not the amount

If you're building memories

It's the quality that counts

 

So let's sing in the sunshine

Let's laugh in the rain

Let's have another pitcher

And raise a little Cain.

 

I'm caught up in the wind

and I can't stop

If you've heard I'm here,

I’m already gone.



I’m a natural born wanderer

Movin’ from place to place

It’s time to be movin’ on

When you recognize my face

 

Don’t be givin’ me your heart

When I only caught your eye

I don’t do picket fences

I don’t do strings that tie.

 

I'm caught up in the wind

and I can't stop

If you've heard I'm here,

I’m already gone.

 

The world and time go round and round

It’s been fun and it’s been great

If never again we should meet

You’ve been a real good mate.

 

Now I’m on my way

Forever movin' on

'Cause I'm a tumblin' tumble weed

I'm a rollin' stone.

 

I'm caught up in the wind

and I can't stop

If you've heard I'm here,

I’m already gone.


If you've heard I'm here

I'm already gone.


I'm already gone.

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When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

patricialouise’s Poems (14)

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I'm already gone. 0
Arizona Ocean Property 0
I've Had It... 2
A Long'ng 1
Ghosties and Goblins 2
Thank You Much 4
Fleeting Moment 1
I'm Bound For Home 2
Have Another Little Drink On Me 0
JODY’S AT THE BACK DOOR 3
HEY LITTLE DUDE 1
Broken Dreams 6
KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR 7
As the fog rolls in 6