Reflections From An Old Man’s Diary Comments

The eloquence of your pen speaks volumes on the quality of life contained in your memories... I tip my hat to you, Sir! I took pleasure in the reading.

Such a sublime melancholy song. Wonderful. It strikes the heart of humanity, the core of being.

Very nice, Thomas, but from what old man did you borrow this? Surely, you're not referring to yourself!

(While Time sat on the mantle piece /counting away each precious hour) . So pathetic. When a time is gone, it can not, never, be reversed again. We are faltered by the endless ticking of time and at the end, (The (faltered) heart no longer counts the years, /and all we were lies quiet and still (in the grave)) . Good work, Sir. It bears the same theme as my poem, PEREGRINATION. Once again, this is great.