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[SilverRose]

Sometimes it seems

like late afternoon

the day-- and more--

preparing to come to a close.

It wasn't so long ago

that the day ahead seemed limitless

now shorter, less,

and holding little.

I can honestly say

I've had, and have, and have done

nearly everything

of my life's purpose-

all but one.

But as darkness approaches

I know it is not lack of time-

perhaps only fate

predetermined

for even though

it says 'Every purpose'

that does not always

make it so.

What is ahead?

I prefer not to think

nor dare to hope

nor dare to dream.

and often it feels

like late afternoon-

as Time makes the young: blind,

and the old: fools.

[Call me Flower]

I like it, thank you for sharing.

[SilverRose]

thank you, Flower!!!

[Qryos]

~ Hmmm... Depression does at times insist on being poetic, huh?

[SilverRose]

~ Hmmm... Depression does at times insist on being poetic, huh?

oddly enough, there isn't any in it

[Qryos]

~ That's one thing about poetry, is it does lend itself to individual interpretation, huh?

[SilverRose]

~ That's one thing about poetry, is it does lend itself to individual interpretation, huh?

yup- and that's one of the best things about it, don't ya think?

(I mean each person can 'interpret' it as he/she can personally relate... but the only way to actually know the 'facts' is to ask!)

Edited November 29, 2007 by Heart of Fire