And they cannot be recaptured except
in this mind, in all of the universe.
It's what old men do while they still can,
A substitute for all that they can't:
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Elaborate interpretation lost in the cyber-winds. Damn.
Godammit I wrote something here and it disappeared! ! Let's see if this one sticks? Loved the poem by the way.... which is what I said, only 2 mins past! HG: -) xx
Oh so poignant and reflective..... i love this last few lines especially..... the hanging of the unripened fruit pointing to the fact that you let this fruit stay untouched but rather, that you wish you'd tasted more, taken a bite, at least. Great work Jim. HG: -) xx
Age shall not weary young memories. Dream lover well remembered Jim