Everything was fresh and new that year
Crisp leaves crunching under our feet
Longing and loneliness permeated the halls
And empty words fell from the lips of wrinkled men
Tired and tenured, hardened to the exuberance of youth
And the crushing bulwark of despair
Weary now, laughing through a cigarette, I look back
Wanting everything, believing in nothing
We were the future
And where are we now?
In a list
A contest entry
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1000 points, ended November 10, 2008, 14 entries
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This is a very nice piece of work with great use of creative imagry and a good match for the picture prompt nice write littlefishone
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This is fabulous, I love it
It's very beautiful
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A stunning piece indeed! Thanks so much for your entry
Gaylene
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Your title reminds me of a Donne poem!
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