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The Old Guy … Moments …


Moments

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Take care young ones,

Do not let your youthful days,

Slip behind you easily,

And turn to yesterdays. 

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Fight for each moment,

Hold it close to your breast.

Touch the bold colors, covet the sounds,

Live them all completely.

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Moments fade away,

Often without warning,

Slipping from our fingers,

Ignoring our tears.

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Fight for the youthful days,

And treasure the next breath.

Celebrate the new moments upon you,

Teach them to love, laugh and smile.

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Jem © 2019

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Next Week Or So … Something along the same line or something current … 

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From the book ‘Swan Song’ by jem 2018 

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The Old Guy … Mortality …


Mortality

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In the distance,

The end of my days,

Can be seen.

Mortality altering perceptive truth,

Stark and cold to the touch,

Life narrowed by the distance traveled.

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Sweet heaven,

I am not done with my journey.

There is much to do …

Much to say,

Songs to sing joyously,

Much by pen to be set to paper.

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When and where unknowns,

I clutch moments,

A few hours,

Precious one and all.

I feel weak at heart,

But proclaim a strong spirit.

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From the distance,

I am beckoned,

Though old eyes betray me.

I was a man … once,

Complex and forceful,

Without hesitation or faltering steps.

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Yet now … in the distance,

The end of my days,

Move timelessly …

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Jem © 2018

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Next Week Or So … Something along the same line or something current … 

For Additional Photographs Click on This 500 PX Link

From the book ‘Swan Song’ by jem 2008 


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The Old Guy … My Day …


My Day

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I have had my day.

But can I truly believe,

How the seasons have passed,

On silent wings,

And forgotten whispers,

With the days long or short,

Meeting … one into another.

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Yesterday,

I was a lover of life,

Of women, spirits and song.

I collected all the prerequisite sins,

of youth,

Along with the disappointments,

And tenfold heartaches.

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In my day,

Bravado proved fleeting,

And my youth fell through my fingers,

Like fine grain sand.

Cries of protest into the darkness,

Disappointment and despair,

Evaporated into the days long past.

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Yes … I pushed the edges,

Of life outwards … yesterday.

I felt the wind on my face,

And laughter rode my lips.

There was no thought of fear,

Or anxious moments, and …

Few regrets looking towards tomorrow.

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Jem © 2018

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The Old Guy … Sailor Man …


Sailor Man

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I was once a sailor man,

Young and proud.

With no fear of a restless sea,

On many a menacing day or night,

Steadfastly turned to face an ominous wind.

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High seas,

Pitch and roll,

Relentless and unforgiving.

Life and death below,

Forever dark and deep,

Waiting and hauntingly vigilant.

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War and peril,

Were shadows that threatened,

From a distant horizon.

Oh restless waves I prayed,

Have mercy on the young and proud.

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I was once a sailor man so many years ago,

Filled with youth, spirit and fire.

And on a lonely sea,

Deep into an endless night,

Too much time to think of what could be.

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Jem © 2018

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Next Week Or So … Something along the same line or something current … 

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From the book ‘Swan Song’ by jem 2008 


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The Old Guy … Merry Christmas … From All Of Us …

To all my WordPress friends, followers and acquaintances,

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.

Let us make this new year a Grand one.

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The Old Guy

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Next Week Or So … Something along the same line or something current … 

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From the book ‘Swan Song’ by jem 2008 


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The Old Guy … Old Man …


Old Man

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Old man sitting alone in the dark.

What was just yesterday,

Now a long distant memory.

Oh, the past lurks behind all of us.

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In silence, rocking endlessly,

Without direction,

Without purposeful intent,

Without a breath of protest.

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Old man sitting in the dark,

Watching the parade,

Of unrealized hopes, denied ambitions,

Of dreams that withered and died.

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The darkness hides so much,

And can be a Master speaking softly.

But the light of day still whispers promised truth,

To an old man sitting alone in the dark.

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jem © 2018

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Next Week Or So … Something along the same line or something current … 

For Additional Photographs Click on This 500 PX Link

From the book ‘Swan Song’ by jem 2008 


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The Old Guy … Thinking Of You …

Thinking Of You

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Today I woke thinking of you,

Wanting to hold you close,

Feel your smoldering warmth against me,

Wanting to never let you go.

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Close, ever closer,

I want to share your mysteries,

Your loves and passions.

To be a part of your day …

To be a part of you.

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In the low light,

Your beauty is beyond my words.

I feel your heart racing.

And I am silent in the moment,

Overwhelmed.

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This early morning full of hope,

I celebrate our shared smiles,

Your tender touch,

Soft spoken words of passion,

And whispered … delicate promises.

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jem © 2018

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