It was once at the height of its power.
Soon forgotten.
A trailblazer, a chance at a new land.
Replaced by youth and innovation.
Nothing remains but
A warped picture long forgotten in a boiler room.
I will remember the past, it created me.
It was once at the height of its power.
Soon forgotten.
A trailblazer, a chance at a new land.
Replaced by youth and innovation.
Nothing remains but
A warped picture long forgotten in a boiler room.
I will remember the past, it created me.
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An introvert's guide to the human experience
I really like this.
Thank you.
Our past most certainly shapes us in many ways and leads us into the present and future. Beautifully written! Great job 🙂
Look back to know where we are to move forward. Excellent post.
Hi Literarylandofalysia. Interesting. Thank you for calling by and liking my poem ‘Tess’. Best Wishes, The Foureyed Poet.
I love this! Thank you for liking my blog post Robert Frost Makes Life Decisions For Me… Sometimes.
Absolute truth!
Somehow sad but the way of life isn’t it?
Thanks for the ‘Like’ and a GREAT BIG THANKS for ‘Following’ my blog!
You are welcome, I noticed I had liked some of your other work so I figured following you only made sense.
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