When We Were New
When we set out for the West
laughing, ignorant,
rolling along through canyons
over mountains, deserts.
When we moved along through
a life seen with four eyes, two hearts,
trying to be one mind—
we didn’t care about the news.
We were the news.
We coasted down the long
slow roll of years, having seen and
been too much to even recall it all.
And now, having come to a stop at
the bottom of the hill, we look around,
uncertain.
Now our life is just “remember whens”
and stories that we tell our children.
When will I be new again
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Feel free to reply to any comment by clicking the "Reply" button.Very insightful and descriptive. I too have been on that youthful wagon train of prospect, and find myself now rooted in retrospective contemplation. Keep on writing my friend, I like your voice!
rcandlish
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May 15, 2018
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Thank you.
Another really great one!
Razorjelly
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May 15, 2018
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Thank you sir.
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