41. 50th High School Reunion
We gather here once more
To remember a younger day,
When life was mostly before us
And the future a game to play.
We gather here once more
To remember a younger day,
When life was mostly before us
And the future a game to play.
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I stand before the mirror
A stranger stares at me
I've been replaced by someone else
They're standing where I used to be.
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Do you feel the pain I feel when I leave you in this place ?
the heartache and the grief are etched in the lines upon your face
I truly hate to leave you...but you know the time has come
and you'll be so well cared for..in this lovely nursing home
It could not be me he's thinking of
When he looks up at the soft moonlight.
And it can't be me that he's dreaming of
When he falls asleep at night.
Another brilliant poem - I love the way you write - keep them coming, please.
Very best wishes, Ann