The Remnants Of Today

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    The Remnants Of Today



    Capture a piece of me
    before I drift away,
    before time removes
    the remnants of today.

    Hold on to that which you love,
    allow me to exist evermore.
    To be remembered in warmth and light,
    is something we all endeavor for.

    If you feel lost in darkness,
    lift your head up high,
    see beyond the clouds
    the sun still rules the sky.

    Peace can be found in one breath,
    eternity in the gentle touch of a hand,
    the value of life is countless,
    to wonder is to truly understand.

    So I beg of you...

    Capture a piece of me
    before I drift away,
    before time removes
    the remnants of today.



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    JadedJezzabel commented on The Remnants Of Today

    01-14-2011

    to be wanted and needed by another is a powerful feeling we all want and need...........

    danmartyjake1 commented on The Remnants Of Today

    01-12-2011

    I really love this one- felt it deeply in my soul, like I have been here before, so kindred in the words you poured on the paper, priceless words that are eternally felt and understood. You definitely created a piece worth capturing and saving in the heart forever.

    TinaD commented on The Remnants Of Today

    01-02-2011

    Lovely thought...some things we just don't want to end, but they do.

    rsalassi commented on The Remnants Of Today

    12-25-2010

    Despite our pleas to the contrary, I fear Time erases all memories, but holding on for as long as one can is certainly desireable. Good write.

    RPT40

    01/02/2011

    How correct you are. Thanks for the read

    julieannetx commented on The Remnants Of Today

    10-25-2010

    Beautiful poem...I really enjoy your style of writing.

    RPT40

    01/02/2011

    Thank you Julie.

    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    RPT40’s Poems (10)

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    Dive 22
    The Line 10
    The Remnants Of Today 19
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    The Vision 20
    The Ride Of Your Life 25
    The Eyes Of Madness 18
    Tomorrow 15
    Clearly Thinking About Confusion 14
    The Current 14