Surprisingly, I find myself
These days ever more content
To just simply sit,
Watch an old movie
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What is on the other side I soon shall know. Not to eager to find out, though. This is a remarkable bit of contemplation.All good things, sadly come to an end. We just lost Geoge Jones and sure would hate to lose Merle. A soleful, sad but tremendous write
well penned.A pleasure to read poems in which you contemplate the mysteries of life.
I felt the same when I saw Big Bear and Julian for the first time, the Mojave, God has so much beauty out there for us to see, if only we look. Before it's too late, great job Hoss.
A wonderful poem, beyond ordinary comment! I'm trying not to cry. Most sincerely, Constance PS thank you so much for the super nice comments on mine.
Hey, Smoky! With no new postings from you, I decided to look back and came on this one. And here you definitely convey things I’ve felt. To want to hold on but to know we can’t... But it strikes me that the passing makes way for the new, the fresh to captivate us and cherish. -Glen