Posthumous poem- Day of the Now

Day of the Now

As old friendship dies & a new one begins,

and that old love that grows has died from within,

memories ones and store in a book,

OH YEAH! and that once I was took, guess who?

3/8/1982

I'm worth keeping, but nobody knows,

the real me inside that always glows.

The door of the doors that locks in the key,

No one but no one has insight but me,

to me.

Tony Friedman 8/3/1982

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Matthew Weese 5 years ago from Auburn

Hmmmm.


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sister that 5 years ago from So Cal Author

Thanks for reading. I cannot comment on the content. Some of them are Hmmmm for me too.


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mckbirdbks 5 years ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

Hello sister that. Sounds like there was a bit of soul searching going on. Each had a poignant message.


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marcoujor 5 years ago from Jeffersonville PA

I am struck by the expression, 'still waters run deep'.

I have learned to never assume I know someone. This is beautiful, mar.

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