Is it Time to Quit
• 03/27/24 at 06:51AM •Is it time to quit,
this daily drama,
in this routine life,
was something I asked.
A way to be happy,
without taking a pill.
Is it time to quit,
this daily drama,
in this routine life,
was something I asked.
A way to be happy,
without taking a pill.
There is something, about a day,
in the early morning Dawn,
when the cold air pulled at your nose,
while stifling a yawn.
I like not the cold air,
as I have aged, in time.
I'd like it somewhere warm,
and love it, if sublime.
Two ships, lost in the night,
passing each other in darkness.
No more waiting, no more love.
No one here, I must confess.
How do you solve,
the mystery of loneliness?
I wish I knew, for
it is a new process.
When your love,
is unconditional,
leaving nothing to chance,
love will become traditional.
The wayward heart,
searching for love,
finding a friend.
Thank you for
guiding me to a
new place, to be when,
I'm searching.
What's the purpose, in life?
What purpose, indeed.
When do you draw the line,
or just give up. You know, Cede.
There is no fool,
like an old fool,
who lets pride,
get in the way.
I still have another,
which I thought went away,
but they are here again.
Too bad they won't stay.
Thank you for the comments,
my very good friend.
I will need a shot of Bulliet,
for this Saga to end.
He lived alone,
early in his life,
then the demands/joy,
of having a wife.
Someone to talk to,
about events, did manifest.
A person to relax with,
who shared his interest.
Is it too much to ask for,
she would ask, with a smile.
Where is my beloved?
She's been gone awhile.
All of the memories,
from so long ago,
are only recalled, by him,
when reliving their life's show.
Sitting in my chair,
it's past 3:30 AM.
I'm trying to write about,
events way back then.
Back then in my life,
while still a teenaged child,
capturing memories,
of when I was wild.
My emotional baggage,
must drain the life from you.
I don't wish to cause trouble,
but it's become apparent, I do.
I will no longer refrain,
from stating a fact,
when you are mistaken,
turn around and go back.
Confusion, reigns,
in my mind.
Perhaps, you can help,
my memories to find.
When I was young,
so many years ago,
I fell in love,
at least I thought so.
It may have been love,
or just a big infatuation,
but as I recall,
it was more like a sensation.
A sensation of warmth,
that made me feel funny,
for after I met her,
all of my days were sunny.
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