This used to be the way,
A road home.
Friends on their porches,
Waving as you pass.
Cool autumn evenings,
Bright summer days.
Front yard football games,
Front porch bands.
Laughters and smiles,
Shared heartaches and tears.
Friends by nature,
Family from the heart.
"Process" has come,
Time has passed.
What used to be is gone,
Only memories will last.
A contest entry
- ~Image Prompt~ # 2 by -Ink Artist-.
525 points, ended May 9, 2007, 16 entries
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Comments
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Such meaningful memories of days gone by and all that used to be the norm. It is sad to see that times like this are slowly dwindling away. Society seems to be destroying itself. This write has a wonderful rhythm and rhyme and the imagery you brought to the page is vivid and bright. Great work!
~Lori
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Expansion ...
may lead to many gains, but the loss of the known often stirs melancholic thoughts.
I will never forget the tranquility of security and actions predictable and known. But even then, the sadness had its grip on me.
Beautiful ponderings.
Love
Myra
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warm feelings tingling up my spine! and sadly, even memories may fade...even if we want them to last forever! But I rely on some of my good memories alot lately!
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