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Alternatives By Judi Rogers November 8, 2007 A day, a week, a month, then years; All twenty-four of them. A smile, a song, a sigh, and tears; Then more of them. Memories locked away in a treasure Chest; Will they remain? Can they stand the test? Will they stand scrutiny in the Light of day...or simply be Remembered as child's play? A warm hello, a fond good-bye; A time sublime, gone in a day; Buried deep and far away... Not light but shadows now persist. Love and lunacy one cannot Resist. Let lunacy now pervade... With memories stored and New ones made. Out of the shadows memories Turn to dust; left unattended By time, gold turns to rust. Someday they'll say that love and lunacy once had its way, And those within held in its sway. Somewhere the treasure still Abides, forgotten by the winds And tides...of days and hours And weeks...then years When love and lunacy appeared. And did not subside, did not subside. About the author: I am, in my mind, Garrison Keillor's favorite fan and inspired by his poetry and prose! I have been greatly influenced by his delightful/insightful books as well as the "Writers' Almanac"; desiring only to grow in wisdom and expression (comes from having raised 10 children!). A transplanted northerner with a few developed southern "roots" and a passionate love for life! | | | |
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