Sweet tears and memories are all that we have
I ’d trade countless pennies
To get some of them back
Found somewhere in a catalog,
Pinched the pages to save it
Thought I could have it all
Healing this inner conflict
All the while time sits laughing, at our plans in a bar
With Healed wounds and Band-Aids
Handmade trophies and scars
I lost my sun to your shade
Fell for your make believe stars
Promised wishes and dreams
Hopeless games that we played
Threads tugged at the seams
Tattered, torn and frayed
The moon rises no matter
Hold on to what you got
Win or lose, you’re the potter
And you can’t get those things back
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶8 days ago in Petlife
Comments (4)
Wow. Lovely and melancholy. Nicely done. Time indeed does laugh at our plans made in a bar.
Such familiar feelings. Great poem!
This has such a strong emotion to it. Excellent work.
Good work and something to think about for relationships.