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|Reflections While Walking Down a Country Road (standard:poetry, 368 words)|
|Author: kendall thomas||Added: Mar 25 2002||Views/Reads: 2189/1327||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
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Reflections While Walking Down a Country Road by Will . Cold too cold the passing hours that wait for me at Fairview down a country road. All is but crude vanity that leads me on. I pause and wait. I should have died when I was young. To know old age through haggard eyes that saw too much; to recall now the tainted breath of hollow kisses, regretting or not the ancient lies tongues told and spread; now left with only wrinkled skin, whitened eyes and thinning hair. These are not the ends youth aspires to. I see the birds perched on the line, but they will never come to me, not even for a crumb. They seem to know that there are spaces over which we cannot come. This road I have walked many times. Every turn and brook calls back a day when I was young, but then I did not pause. And if I had it would not have been for thoughts as these, blind as only youth can be. I know more now who are gone than wait at home for me. What different roads would we have taken Click here to read the rest of this story (57 more lines)
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