You can see them
In once-upon-a-time spaces.
You can hear them
Regretting choices.
You can see them
In well-worn faces.
You can hear them
Remembering rejoices.
You can see them
In leftover traces.
You can hear them
Reflecting where time’s voice is.
Circumstances alter places.
Circumstances alter voices.
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Nicely said, Sr. Muse.
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Thanks, Ricardo.This is one of those poems I spent more time on than I should, never did get it as right as I wanted, and finally said to hell with it and clicked PUBLISH. Under the circumstances, I’ll take your comment as evidence I didn’t completely waste my time.
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I liked this poem just as it is written, mistermuse. It is nicely perfect!
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Thanks for your testimony, Michaeline, but I think I’ll get back to funny business next time, as this poem gave me a “serious” case of the doubts!
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Bleep happens. Then we try to make sense of it. Nice one Muse.
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So I moved on to the next post, made funny, and got screwed anyway. Bleep!
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