The losing hand

by DarkLight   Apr 18, 2017


We never liked each other,
but yet, considered as brothers
we hailed the sins of our youth
like pain was a memory to sooth.
In the dying days we laughed
and found them not enough,
as long as we clang to that simple joy
like kids do their toys.
Everything was but a reason to see the world
as if for the first time.
Time has no measures, but the limits of a clock hand.
As I say my goodbyes,
may peace find ya'
Tonight we drink
tomorrow we go on to live.

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  • 7 years ago

    by Phil

    Fantastic work fella

  • 7 years ago

    by ddavidd

    Such a poetical vision. This verse is poetry from within.

    " Everything was but a reason to see the world
    as if for the first time.
    Time has no measures, but the limits of a clock hand. "

  • 7 years ago

    by Ren

    Excellent write- and I really like those last two lines! Well done!

  • 7 years ago

    by Brenda

    I totally agree with Ben. So much nostalgia, friends we drink with, friends we leave behind, friends we have lost.

  • 7 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    This poem is full of nostalgia and genuine emotion. A great write and one that I would nominate but I'm out of votes at the moment.

    All the best,

    Ben

    • 7 years ago

      by DarkLight

      Thanks Ben. Appreciated.

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