Secrets Of An Old Man

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    Secrets Of An Old Man
    As I walked by the seashore
    My thoughts took me back to along time ago
    When I was young and full of energy
    And I allowed my thoughts to flow
    If only I could be there
    When life was new and bright
    To live it all over again
    Would be an old man's delight
    How time swiftly passes by
    Too many irons in the fire
    If I could do it all over again
    Would be my heart's desire
    As I came to reality
    I would never get that chance
    My dreams and thought's were clearly
    To me a dream of chance

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    arianne commented on Secrets Of An Old Man

    09-27-2009

    Hi! I like your poem, maybe we have some things in common being in the same generation, we love to look back because we have travelled a lot in this life so we have filed a lot of memories as well. Hope you read my verses too...
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    starlight65

    09/27/2009

    Glad you like my poem...Jan

    raggedypoet commented on Secrets Of An Old Man

    05-04-2009

    Very well written poem!! Just remember it was once said "Fear not for the future, weep not for the past." A 10!! ~ Sara
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    starlight65

    09/27/2009

    Life is great, thanks!..Jan

    bandit1192 commented on Secrets Of An Old Man

    04-29-2009

    Hello, and welcome to this site. I enjoyed your poem. We do have a tendancy to look back and wonder, but then reality sets in. (or does it?) TS
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    starlight65

    09/27/2009

    But we must press on and enjoy what life we have left...Jan

    bandit1192 commented on Secrets Of An Old Man

    04-29-2009

    Hello, and welcome to this site. I enjoyed your poem. We do have a tendancy to look back and wonder, but then reality sets in. (or does it?) TS
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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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