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Friday, 21 April 2017

[Poem] Ghosts of the Past

Do you remember 
When we were sitting by the river 
Swinging our legs without slipper 
Dreaming about the future 
And what we would endeavor. 

Which we are now living- 
Like we were chasing 
Back then. But losing 
The carefree feeling,
Only the past could bring. 

The money is blinking 
The clocks are ticking; 
What used to be spell-binding 
Now becomes nights of drinking- 
Not for sorrow drowning, 
There's none - just joy inducing. 

We had it all at one point 
And lost it all over - repeat. 
Just when the ring gets past 
The finger and all is set, 
The ghosts of the past 
Come back to haunt. To taunt. 

 Copyright © WinePoetess 2017

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