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Distant Apprehension

Updated on January 10, 2017

At the beggar's ball we watch our charming fires,

We sing our songs about love & try to catch the fiery gems.

All those chiseled impressions from time & music,

Never appeared on my face as sadness or wicked malice.

Our journey of inspired selfishness has finally run us aground,

Now music is our only friend.

Don't weep for those who had haunting higher hopes,

Their rising echoes fill the halls in my head.

Wipe the tears & calm your fears,

Find a place to sit, find an empty chair.

We'll close the doors & be polite,

While fervent, music fills the concert hall.

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      DREAM ON 9 months ago

      As we struggle to find our way. We fall and keep getting up trying again. Life is full of surprises and even the falls are learning experiences and small triumphs moving forward. Thank you for writing this poem. Keep exploring different options and one way will be better than another.

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      Nellieanna Hay 9 months ago from TEXAS

      It has music in its pace and rhythm. And it does embody appreciation. Very good one.