Some times when I am out at night
Just sitting in the rain,
Inhaling that sweet Autumn wind
It seems I can't refrain
From pondering the pace of time.
It passes me so fast;
I almost feel I'm squandering
My youth. For youth won't last.
And everyone that's lost their youth
All seem to want it back.
But I suppose it's always so,
We want the things we lack.
But then again, that isn't so
For me at least - with this.
I do not mind the solitude
Nor fondly reminisce.
But some times when I'm out at night
Just sitting in the rain,
Inhaling that sweet Autumn wind
It seems I can't refrain
From pondering the pace of time.
It passes me so fast;
They make me feel I'm squandering
My youth. For youth won't last.
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wow, you really are great. an amazing write . i am touched this poem.
my favorite part was "from pondering the pace of time. it passes me so fast; they make me feel i'm squandering. my youth. for my youth won't last"
brilliant.
talent, you've got talent. -
Brillinat
It sure is good to read some absolutely top-quality poetry from time to time.
this resonated both elequently and simply.
the tools you used are perfectly honed,
and thus I must say that whatever emotions or images confined to this here piece, were atually well introduced in whatever way.
Bravo and much respect.
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Fabulous.
Can I say that again? Fabulous. I love all your pieces frodofan! This is such a peaceful, yet melancholy piece. I certainly resonate with these thoughts, and think many others will as well. I like the repetition you use in the closing stanzas. It's an interesting contrast in thought too: You start off talking about feelings of nostalgia, then denying them momentarily, but returning to them in the end anyway. The rhyme fits very well, it's soft rhyming. By that I mean, it flows right along with the poem, rather than feeling noticeably tacked onto the end of each quatrain. I love ballads, it's one of the more common forms because it is simple, easy to read, and very versatile.
Can I only give 3 clappies? Blast.
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LOVED IT
My husband and me often discuss this subject why didn't we go on walking holidays when we first married no kids to worry about. (Yeah I know boring or what) I think my youth was wasted on me seems I've always acted like an older person always sensible no teenage angst. When people say 'We've all been there done things got drunk, experimented with drugs, wild parties etc and I am thinking nope not me... I'm not complaining if what I see on TV and in the media is how the 'other half live' then I'd rather be boring old me.
It isn't just youth that doesn't last without good health neither youth nor any time of life
is as good as it could be. Keeping ones health better than keeping ones youth imo
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What a joy to recite aloud and it's quite profound. How would you know these things? I think I'm young and you are younger than I am.
Love,
Amera
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