we slept through the longest night
van winkle-like
forty years or forty winks?
yesterday we were young
unweathered
unfettered
maybe it was long ago
i can’t tell anymore
would we do it again
knowing what we know now?
ask us again
in another
forty years.
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Lovely poem…a touching reflection, like it a lot
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Thanks!
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You just summed up a life of unfullfilled dreams!
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😉
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unweathered, untethered go so well with being young 🙂
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Yep.
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Great post…thanks again for reminding me of just how fast time flies 😉
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I think yesterday I was twenty one. Today I’m 59. Tomorrow I might be 21 again. Or dead….
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No, not dead yet! I know what you mean thought, I have co-workers who turn 25 every year….
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Lol! I tried staying 29, but once my youngest turned 30 that became hard to pull off.
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Bwah!
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Six years ago we were reunited after almost forty winks
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