This is something I wanted to get of my chest,
I intend to carry on with my scribbles,
As long as I can.
Sometimes I don't.
Sometimes is a long time ago,
Sometimes I wish I could remember.
Sometimes I wish I could forget,
Sometimes is a long time:
Down a forgotten road.
Don't be sad for me,
So put away your violin's.
I'm not looking for symphony's.
While I'm still here,
Shall I, Always remember friends
that I hold dear?
In my heart I'll always be a poeteer.
Here for ever and a day, on poetbay.
I wrote this for me and others like me;
We often forget and remember in despair,
But the disparity of thoughts is always there.
As my mind drifts away through the reality
of life. I'd like to apologize to my carol
My wife. There may come a time,
When I cannot remember the life we shared,
Knowing that is too much for me to bear.
I don't dread going to sleep:
It's the waking up not knowing,
Not who I am that bothers me.
It's walking into a room,
Not knowing who you are...
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-11-02 at 00:43
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I intend to carry on with my scribbles,
As long as I can.
MY LIFE SO FAR
Sometimes I feel,Sometimes I don't.
Sometimes is a long time ago,
Sometimes I wish I could remember.
Sometimes I wish I could forget,
Sometimes is a long time:
Down a forgotten road.
Don't be sad for me,
So put away your violin's.
I'm not looking for symphony's.
While I'm still here,
Shall I, Always remember friends
that I hold dear?
In my heart I'll always be a poeteer.
Here for ever and a day, on poetbay.
I wrote this for me and others like me;
We often forget and remember in despair,
But the disparity of thoughts is always there.
As my mind drifts away through the reality
of life. I'd like to apologize to my carol
My wife. There may come a time,
When I cannot remember the life we shared,
Knowing that is too much for me to bear.
I don't dread going to sleep:
It's the waking up not knowing,
Not who I am that bothers me.
It's walking into a room,
Not knowing who you are...
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Read 58 times
Written on 2023-11-02 at 00:43
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