No regrets, no complaints,
No looking back,
Only memories to
Keep me company
As I slowly move
Through my
Remaining days.
Every dawn
A new beginning,
Every sunset,
Gentle reminder
That final destination
Is not that far .
And at last
I am free to choose
Memories golden
That light
My path.
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Author: pranabaxom
Poetry is my passion. I am not a methodical writer. I have no set topics to write about. What I feel, perceive, think about, I will like to share in this blog. I open my mind to the world. Like the weather, sometimes my poems are cloudy, sometimes stormy. I always like to see sunshine streaming through the leaves of trees, so I hope I can share some of those sunshine with my readers.
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Beautiful and deep in meaning. Although death is coming closer day after day there is a feeling of acceptance and peace of mind and spirit. We should all reach this state before we die.
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Not getting ready to throw in the towel yet. I have paid my dues to Social Security and hope to get some of it back before I (or someone higher up) decide to call it quits😀
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Beautiful poem and sentiments. The memories will always be treasure, but looking ahead is always more interesting.
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That’s why blessed are those who only have sweet memories.
For me, decided to forget the road bumps and move on.
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Oh, I agree. We keep the blessed memories.
The speed bumps are there to learn from them and to forget them.
Move on
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Memories come in all colors! Well-penned.
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Thank you.
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Very nicely written.
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