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Old Friends
Walking down this old worn-out road,
Consumed by our memories,
Some so distant and faint,
They may soon disappear,
Some so vivid and real,
I may re-live them now.
Sitting in this old familiar room,
Laughing hysterically
At our past,
Our present,
Our future,
Our lives.
I tell you,
"I'll miss this."
And you say,
Ever so perceptively,
"Everything changes...
But everything stays the same."
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Comment by: Jorbian Online- 2008-05-11 17:55
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| This is amazing. Your work is delightful. I love all of it that I have read so far. |
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| I loved this piece. The ending was the best part to me, it speaks so clearly of how we wish we could walk down the nostalgic path anytime but also of how tomorrow won't be so scary because even though it's different it all blends into the same, amazing job as usual ^_^ |
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I love the concept of the poem, I feel that memories, the past, present, and future, have such different effects on people.
I especially favor the first stanza :)
It is true though,
everything may change,
but somewhere on the inside, it's all still the same. |
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