Shadows of the past!

Thanks for sharing you,

your sage words, my onetime flame,

still lighting candles.

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To tell you the truth,

dark days stir up memories,

of what never was.

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The stories we voice

are tales of what might have been

in another life.

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In long moonlit nights,

we spin yarns of who we are

cozily woven.

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My druid fluid –

just call me an old rummy–

is Captain Morgan.

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Just like Jack Daniels,

he soothes my evening hours,

jolly old buddy.

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As ancient shamans

calibrate and celebrate,

I’m now one of them.

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It’s hard to keep count.

Hair bleaches, then disappears,

as the years take wings,

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The clock’s hands race on!

Every day seems shorter now

than yesterday was.

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Lifelong friends take leave.

Ma Bell no longer connects.

Voices turn to text.

We revel in life.

Though miles, years separate us,

our poetry lives.