This poem is basically referring to a time in my life when I had unfortunatly drifted away from reality. It was written eight months after I succeeded in puttin gmy life back together.


Dealers Choice

Only eight months, that I've been back,
Recovering from my trip off track.

These footprints left on the path behind,
Wondering on with hopes to find.

The key to a door, never left ajar,
Magical healing to an open scar.

An entrance to a different scene,
An open gate to a different dream.

This road taken is now closed down.
There is no reason to turn around.

Some lessons learned, few are not.
Wisdom gained is all I got.

There's nothing more, and nothing less,
Changing patterns, an odd request.

Choice is there, the decisions made,
A new deal now, this hands been played!



Poetry by Jaime Scott
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Written on 2005-12-14 at 20:16

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penfold18
Well done this flows very well as is your expression, made for a very good read indeed:-)
2005-12-14