When did it get this late?
When did it get this late?
Why are there no leaves on the trees?
No marigolds and lilies in the garden!
Where did the day go?
In the remembering, I forgot its passing.
Time does not forgive the wandering mind.
Why the world of hate?
There was a time when youth gave promise.
When eyes glowed with love and wonder.
Who am I here in shadows?
A man who cannot forget a cluttered past,
The smiles mixing with the flow of tears.
How to reconcile now and then?
With words scribbled on borrowed time
And the dreams yet lingering on the pen.
Billy Ray Chitwood – February, 2015
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The Final Curtain 
Great line, Billy Ray >> In the remembering, I forgot its passing.
eden
xox
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Thanks, ‘My Girl’. xox
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Beautiful if melancholy. Yes, we do forget to live our lives in contemplating…Recognise the feeling. Thanks Billy Ray
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Thank you, Olga, Wishing all the best for you.
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Beautiful, Billy. Thank you for sharing.
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Ah, Sweet Jill, Thank you so much. Wishing you all the best.
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It does fly by, doesn’t it?
Enjoying your writing, Billy Ray. Thanks.
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It does, indeed! Thanks, Tim, for reading and commenting. My best wishes to you.
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