the lives that we touch
kissed with memories
a reminiscence scrapbook
that only I can see
snapshots in my mind
the color starting to fade
edges furled and yellowed
blurred images portrayed
an album that keeps growing
as I journey on life's path
happiness, sometimes sorrow
when my heart looks back
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https://mjb-lessonsfromlife.blogspot.com/ "Out of life's school of war: What does not destroy me, makes me stronger." Nietzsche
Wednesday, December 11, 2019
long ago
long ago I walked down an aisle
long ago I held a child
long ago I lived in dreams
long ago it all now seems
long ago I had it all
long ago threw no curve balls
long ago I walked a path
long ago I didn’t look back
long ago when I was young
long ago I climbed the rungs
long ago a safety net
long ago no future threats
long ago went by too fast
long ago I can’t get back
long ago my future clear
long ago has disappeared
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long ago I held a child
long ago I lived in dreams
long ago it all now seems
long ago I had it all
long ago threw no curve balls
long ago I walked a path
long ago I didn’t look back
long ago when I was young
long ago I climbed the rungs
long ago a safety net
long ago no future threats
long ago went by too fast
long ago I can’t get back
long ago my future clear
long ago has disappeared
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Monday, December 9, 2019
after the glow
after the glow
at the end of desire
when all is gone
'cept ash from the fire
the wind picks up
and blows them away
gone are the dreams
of our yesterday
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at the end of desire
when all is gone
'cept ash from the fire
the wind picks up
and blows them away
gone are the dreams
of our yesterday
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all that read
these things that you write, vague and deep
fitting no one and yet all that read
inspiration, interpretation
as you write about life and needs
you told me once not to obsess
much inspires but it's never direct
I still read, but with a broader aspect
it is about you, when I reflect
these beautiful words written on a page
drawn from your heart and God above
experiences learned and thoughtfully penned
written emotion, a labor of love
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fitting no one and yet all that read
inspiration, interpretation
as you write about life and needs
you told me once not to obsess
much inspires but it's never direct
I still read, but with a broader aspect
it is about you, when I reflect
these beautiful words written on a page
drawn from your heart and God above
experiences learned and thoughtfully penned
written emotion, a labor of love
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between love and you
I did all the 'grunt' work
thinking I didn't mind
I was sure you'd come around
all in good time
I thought that this void
would be too big to fill
I didn't count on love
or on what is His will
silence a killer
as the distance grew long
then he waltzed in
and he's singing your song
the melody is different
but the words all ring true
that is the difference
between love and you
now it all plays
like a crazy country tune
someone's got your girl
and it isn't you
each twist and turn
on the road that you travel
what you once held close
now frays and unravels
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thinking I didn't mind
I was sure you'd come around
all in good time
I thought that this void
would be too big to fill
I didn't count on love
or on what is His will
silence a killer
as the distance grew long
then he waltzed in
and he's singing your song
the melody is different
but the words all ring true
that is the difference
between love and you
now it all plays
like a crazy country tune
someone's got your girl
and it isn't you
each twist and turn
on the road that you travel
what you once held close
now frays and unravels
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Sunday, December 8, 2019
the search
he said I'm looking for something
don't know what it is
I know I have this vision
and I have an extensive list
she said I know it's out there
let me give you some advice
you can't find what you're looking for
the mistakes will make you wise
he said I've gotta keep searching
I've got to move on from here
I know I haven't found it
on that I'm pretty clear
she said then keep on looking
I hope you find it there
this thing that you are searching for
that you did not find here
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don't know what it is
I know I have this vision
and I have an extensive list
she said I know it's out there
let me give you some advice
you can't find what you're looking for
the mistakes will make you wise
he said I've gotta keep searching
I've got to move on from here
I know I haven't found it
on that I'm pretty clear
she said then keep on looking
I hope you find it there
this thing that you are searching for
that you did not find here
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Saturday, December 7, 2019
sorting it out
words used as a wall
hidden meaning to us all
memories I recall
poems that hold me enthralled
as I read some again
from the start to the end
not written for a friend
but for love intended
I've finally sorted out
what we were all about
now I have no doubt
we couldn't have worked it out
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hidden meaning to us all
memories I recall
poems that hold me enthralled
as I read some again
from the start to the end
not written for a friend
but for love intended
I've finally sorted out
what we were all about
now I have no doubt
we couldn't have worked it out
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race
always competitive...looking to win
constantly seeking just the right edge
setting the pace in every race
rivalrous till the very end
I didn't know that the deck was stacked
no even chance on that crooked track
the race was won before that first shot
no way I could win what was already lost
am I bitter?...yeah, you bet
does it hurt?...still a little bit yet
would I have tried if I knew the truth?
all of my decisions I made by you
so I throw in the towel and turn my back
limping away from that racetrack
no trophies bestowed on second place
I congratulate the winner and exit with grace
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constantly seeking just the right edge
setting the pace in every race
rivalrous till the very end
I didn't know that the deck was stacked
no even chance on that crooked track
the race was won before that first shot
no way I could win what was already lost
am I bitter?...yeah, you bet
does it hurt?...still a little bit yet
would I have tried if I knew the truth?
all of my decisions I made by you
so I throw in the towel and turn my back
limping away from that racetrack
no trophies bestowed on second place
I congratulate the winner and exit with grace
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no getting past
there is no getting past...
the way that I felt
the heart that you left
the shadow that played
from all of those days
the black and white still
from when you were here
there is no getting past...
what was left in the rain
the stuff that remains
here deep inside
what I couldn't hide
when you drove away
that one summer day
there is no getting past...
a song left unsung
a dance left undone
the swish on the rim
that faulters but goes in
there is no getting past
what does not last
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the way that I felt
the heart that you left
the shadow that played
from all of those days
the black and white still
from when you were here
there is no getting past...
what was left in the rain
the stuff that remains
here deep inside
what I couldn't hide
when you drove away
that one summer day
there is no getting past...
a song left unsung
a dance left undone
the swish on the rim
that faulters but goes in
there is no getting past
what does not last
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Friday, December 6, 2019
you didn't say
you didn't say you loved me
wouldn't spread yourself that thin
gave me passion with none of the love
closed that door couldn't let me in
you didn't say you needed me
as I spilled my hopes and dreams
told me yours without listening
a missing piece in the scheme of things
you didn't say that you would stay
longer than the star filled nights
till the end of the song when the dance is done
until the sun breaks cloud filled skies
you didn't say you loved me
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wouldn't spread yourself that thin
gave me passion with none of the love
closed that door couldn't let me in
you didn't say you needed me
as I spilled my hopes and dreams
told me yours without listening
a missing piece in the scheme of things
you didn't say that you would stay
longer than the star filled nights
till the end of the song when the dance is done
until the sun breaks cloud filled skies
you didn't say you loved me
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start to finish
I can feel the distance
we are close and then we're not
you're packing up the reasons
there is one thing you forgot
the miles grow, the seasons change
we tried it one more time
you didn't feel the difference
so you changed your mind
violins didn't make music
all the strings are broke
I tried to sing you my song
made up of stanzas of hope
I can see the barren ground
as it rises to meet my heart
now I can see your back, because
we used up all of our starts
a lingering kiss, one last time
a hug for what couldn't be
you pick up your belongings
one last goodbye to me
the taxi blows the horn again
love leaves now diminished
the ground was never fertile
from the our start to our finish
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we are close and then we're not
you're packing up the reasons
there is one thing you forgot
the miles grow, the seasons change
we tried it one more time
you didn't feel the difference
so you changed your mind
violins didn't make music
all the strings are broke
I tried to sing you my song
made up of stanzas of hope
I can see the barren ground
as it rises to meet my heart
now I can see your back, because
we used up all of our starts
a lingering kiss, one last time
a hug for what couldn't be
you pick up your belongings
one last goodbye to me
the taxi blows the horn again
love leaves now diminished
the ground was never fertile
from the our start to our finish
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Wednesday, December 4, 2019
I can't save your life
don't look to me to save your life
I'm treading water trying to salvage mine
I can offer hope but not redemption
I can see you through with premonition
but I can't save your life
and I know you can't save mine
we can build a bridge with understanding
pay the piper dues withstanding
while you ponder what will be
I sweep away the old debris
but I can't save your life
and I know you can't save mine
we can forget the past--walk away as friends
meeting for coffee every now and again
laugh and talk about the old times
leaving all the forgiven crimes
but I can't save your life
and I know you can't save mine
yes, I know you can't save mine
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I'm treading water trying to salvage mine
I can offer hope but not redemption
I can see you through with premonition
but I can't save your life
and I know you can't save mine
we can build a bridge with understanding
pay the piper dues withstanding
while you ponder what will be
I sweep away the old debris
but I can't save your life
and I know you can't save mine
we can forget the past--walk away as friends
meeting for coffee every now and again
laugh and talk about the old times
leaving all the forgiven crimes
but I can't save your life
and I know you can't save mine
yes, I know you can't save mine
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static
I've pushed through the whys and the why nots
buried the haves and the have nots
wandered and wondered
why there's not order
in this buzzing mind
I hear the white noise late at night
can't answer the questions that cause this hiss
like the static an antenna creates
unresolved, inside it all lays
tell me how did you rid it all?
eliminate the buzz and all of its fuzz
this constant humming, incessant drumming
that plagues my days and nights
this white noise that won't go away
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buried the haves and the have nots
wandered and wondered
why there's not order
in this buzzing mind
I hear the white noise late at night
can't answer the questions that cause this hiss
like the static an antenna creates
unresolved, inside it all lays
tell me how did you rid it all?
eliminate the buzz and all of its fuzz
this constant humming, incessant drumming
that plagues my days and nights
this white noise that won't go away
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Tuesday, December 3, 2019
restless hearts
somewhere West
between asphalt and azure
nestled in a valley verdant
shadowed by mountains and mesquite
saguaro standing...guarding it all
a restless heart dreams
somewhere East
between asphalt and architecture
nestled in a suburb and increasing smog
shadowed by oak and evergreen
rain that falls nearly everyday
a restless heart dreams
somewhere in the middle
between happiness and heartache
nestle feelings that delve and go deep
shadowed by yesterday and tomorrow
interwoven these two that dream
when restless hearts meet
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between asphalt and azure
nestled in a valley verdant
shadowed by mountains and mesquite
saguaro standing...guarding it all
a restless heart dreams
somewhere East
between asphalt and architecture
nestled in a suburb and increasing smog
shadowed by oak and evergreen
rain that falls nearly everyday
a restless heart dreams
somewhere in the middle
between happiness and heartache
nestle feelings that delve and go deep
shadowed by yesterday and tomorrow
interwoven these two that dream
when restless hearts meet
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something in black
I tried on your love
and it didn't fit
thinking if I altered
I could get it zipped
it just wasn't right
the color was wrong
when I saw our reflection
the fabric was flawed
so back on the hanger
and back on the rack
I'm shopping for color
not something in black
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and it didn't fit
thinking if I altered
I could get it zipped
it just wasn't right
the color was wrong
when I saw our reflection
the fabric was flawed
so back on the hanger
and back on the rack
I'm shopping for color
not something in black
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Saturday, November 30, 2019
dreams
it starts out like those before
at the beach house I adore
you and I on the portico
listening to the music drone
under the Crescent's lunar light
a million stars shining oh so bright
talking, laughing and kicking back
a song plays and we begin our dance
you are holding me so close
by the sea and its repose
an urgent kiss that's long and deep
and it stirs me in my sleep
dreams are that--only dreams
made up of hopes and old feelings
they come to me when I'm asleep
thoughts of you that still lay deep
and our love not meant to be
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at the beach house I adore
you and I on the portico
listening to the music drone
under the Crescent's lunar light
a million stars shining oh so bright
talking, laughing and kicking back
a song plays and we begin our dance
you are holding me so close
by the sea and its repose
an urgent kiss that's long and deep
and it stirs me in my sleep
dreams are that--only dreams
made up of hopes and old feelings
they come to me when I'm asleep
thoughts of you that still lay deep
and our love not meant to be
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Friday, November 29, 2019
when
when feeling isn't enough to hold it together
when words linger unspoken on crisp air
when miles separate and distance grows
when love songs fall on a deaf heart
when your arm drops after the last dance
when time slips away with your last chance
when grace and forgiveness meet a dead end
when a heart turns cold without consideration
is there nothing else that you will do?
or will it all just go?
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when words linger unspoken on crisp air
when miles separate and distance grows
when love songs fall on a deaf heart
when your arm drops after the last dance
when time slips away with your last chance
when grace and forgiveness meet a dead end
when a heart turns cold without consideration
is there nothing else that you will do?
or will it all just go?
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score
the tether frays that once held strong
from days and nights of being alone
like a shooting star 'cross the evening sky
flashing brilliantly before it dies
blackness fills its spot
given permission you entered inside
shaking up everything I tried to hide
oxidation ruins the places we've been
the sloppy shot circles and still falls in
two points added to your score
like a train wreck with much devastation
I sift through the pieces from our gestation
salvaging nothing, not one small part
you leave nothing inside my heart
blackness fills that spot
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from days and nights of being alone
like a shooting star 'cross the evening sky
flashing brilliantly before it dies
blackness fills its spot
given permission you entered inside
shaking up everything I tried to hide
oxidation ruins the places we've been
the sloppy shot circles and still falls in
two points added to your score
like a train wreck with much devastation
I sift through the pieces from our gestation
salvaging nothing, not one small part
you leave nothing inside my heart
blackness fills that spot
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Thursday, November 28, 2019
pot of gold
I am sure that there are reasons
you don't love me like you could
some of them are just plain lame
some of them may be good
the many lines that you cast out
won't float upon the water
nary a fish will hit your line
but you just can't be bothered
it's all about the giving out
not about any return
like the Phoenix of long ago
eventually you crash and burn
your legs are tired and you're weary
from the mountains that you climb
you've spent it all on souvenirs
you're down to your last dime
I may not tell this story right
but at least my side gets told
while you were chasing rainbows
you passed up the pot of gold
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you don't love me like you could
some of them are just plain lame
some of them may be good
the many lines that you cast out
won't float upon the water
nary a fish will hit your line
but you just can't be bothered
it's all about the giving out
not about any return
like the Phoenix of long ago
eventually you crash and burn
your legs are tired and you're weary
from the mountains that you climb
you've spent it all on souvenirs
you're down to your last dime
I may not tell this story right
but at least my side gets told
while you were chasing rainbows
you passed up the pot of gold
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quenched
I could see it off in the distance
it beckoned to me, an oasis for the parched
offering honey and the sweetest wine
a promise to fill for a lifetime
the closer I get, further off it seems
a haze that dissipates in the midst
never quite able to grasp, to taste
to finally drink until I'm quenched
the vagueness, the mental imagery
disappears, eluding me
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it beckoned to me, an oasis for the parched
offering honey and the sweetest wine
a promise to fill for a lifetime
the closer I get, further off it seems
a haze that dissipates in the midst
never quite able to grasp, to taste
to finally drink until I'm quenched
the vagueness, the mental imagery
disappears, eluding me
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Wednesday, November 27, 2019
lost
it was many a year ago
when time stood still
as we built dreams
added questions
subtracted faith
plunged ahead
into dark mornings
waiting for sun--
stars fade
the moon sleeps
and you and I
somehow
ceased to be
I waited for you
on my plateau
it took too long
never looking
to see where I landed
you deviate from
the path we choose
seeking easier
looking for longer
of which,
you would find,
neither
we both lost
,
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when time stood still
as we built dreams
added questions
subtracted faith
plunged ahead
into dark mornings
waiting for sun--
stars fade
the moon sleeps
and you and I
somehow
ceased to be
I waited for you
on my plateau
it took too long
never looking
to see where I landed
you deviate from
the path we choose
seeking easier
looking for longer
of which,
you would find,
neither
we both lost
,
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I do believe
I watched it all go up in smoke
the fire kindled with words you spoke
written for the world to see
blowing through the leafless trees
nothing of it came to be
wrapped in velvet and put away
with the news from yesterday
thoughts that reappear as dreams
spilling from my memory's seam
in my sleep a soundless scream
the clock ticks away the midnight hour
sleep falls away in my morning shower
I send it back where it belongs
that part of you that is long gone
while dark clouds wait for the dawn
morning coffee tastes the same
grounds in the bottom that still remain
a taste that now is bittersweet
those mornings you shared with me
nothing grows from what's skin deep
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the fire kindled with words you spoke
written for the world to see
blowing through the leafless trees
nothing of it came to be
wrapped in velvet and put away
with the news from yesterday
thoughts that reappear as dreams
spilling from my memory's seam
in my sleep a soundless scream
the clock ticks away the midnight hour
sleep falls away in my morning shower
I send it back where it belongs
that part of you that is long gone
while dark clouds wait for the dawn
morning coffee tastes the same
grounds in the bottom that still remain
a taste that now is bittersweet
those mornings you shared with me
nothing grows from what's skin deep
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more than I will give
past your sentries I slip in
scaling easily your walled mind
past guard dogs with paws on bones
under the eyes of a crescent moon
stealthily slipping down the hall
I falter and contemplate my next move
asleep, I find you all stretched out
a sheet protecting you from the cold
a kiss on your lips...they quiver beneath
searching for more than I will give
you do not awaken, but stir and moan
a dream you think, alas, you're wrong
assaulting your senses a sweet perfume
of yesterdays and laughing green eyes
a walk by the ocean, footsteps in sand
a tide of passion by the sea that ebbs
warm sun burning tender white skin
as your heart opens and I flow in
waking fully, you grasp for the dream
squinting in darkness you murmur my name
reaching out your hand and grabbing thin air
looking for something you felt was there
I step to the left in the shadowed room
no sounds do I make as I retrace my path
past the sentries and sleeping dogs
leaving the same way I came in
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scaling easily your walled mind
past guard dogs with paws on bones
under the eyes of a crescent moon
stealthily slipping down the hall
I falter and contemplate my next move
asleep, I find you all stretched out
a sheet protecting you from the cold
a kiss on your lips...they quiver beneath
searching for more than I will give
you do not awaken, but stir and moan
a dream you think, alas, you're wrong
assaulting your senses a sweet perfume
of yesterdays and laughing green eyes
a walk by the ocean, footsteps in sand
a tide of passion by the sea that ebbs
warm sun burning tender white skin
as your heart opens and I flow in
waking fully, you grasp for the dream
squinting in darkness you murmur my name
reaching out your hand and grabbing thin air
looking for something you felt was there
I step to the left in the shadowed room
no sounds do I make as I retrace my path
past the sentries and sleeping dogs
leaving the same way I came in
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Tuesday, November 26, 2019
margin call
the piper makes a margin call
you pay with purest silver
a Judas kiss placed on the lips
of dreams that leave you quivering
shadows stretch across the lawns
the traffic lights are red
thoughts race through a busy mind
as you downshift into dread
nothing that was promised
has come forth to fruition
going past the mountains
with all of their superstitions
on you drive past sleeping valleys
nestled in open ranges
the sun sinks low--night settles in
but the crescent moon looks strange
damn the piper and the devil's dues
the deck was always stacked
you paid out with heart and soul
and it's too late to turn back
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you pay with purest silver
a Judas kiss placed on the lips
of dreams that leave you quivering
shadows stretch across the lawns
the traffic lights are red
thoughts race through a busy mind
as you downshift into dread
nothing that was promised
has come forth to fruition
going past the mountains
with all of their superstitions
on you drive past sleeping valleys
nestled in open ranges
the sun sinks low--night settles in
but the crescent moon looks strange
damn the piper and the devil's dues
the deck was always stacked
you paid out with heart and soul
and it's too late to turn back
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
fool's gold
it heated your bed but not that part
where the burning questions lay
you picked it up and put it back
but never in the same place
like a moth unto a flame
you hovered to stay warm
never thinking what you gave
could do it any harm
infinite in your wisdom
playing the cards real close
a picture of a wanted man
hanging in a storefront window
pondering if the path is true
what happens if you stray
not a sign to guide you
as you travel life's highway
apparitions come in dreams
ghosts from yesterday's news
blowing like a tumbleweed
as you seek a different view
wandering and wondering
what the future holds
pondering if this thing you've found
could just be more fool's gold
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
where the burning questions lay
you picked it up and put it back
but never in the same place
like a moth unto a flame
you hovered to stay warm
never thinking what you gave
could do it any harm
infinite in your wisdom
playing the cards real close
a picture of a wanted man
hanging in a storefront window
pondering if the path is true
what happens if you stray
not a sign to guide you
as you travel life's highway
apparitions come in dreams
ghosts from yesterday's news
blowing like a tumbleweed
as you seek a different view
wandering and wondering
what the future holds
pondering if this thing you've found
could just be more fool's gold
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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