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Life, Pain, Longing.

Updated on December 15, 2014

Life can give or take.

Ah, my friend

We can talk and talk.

But will we unravel

The mysteries of life?

Where once when we were young

Life seemed only to give.

And then somehow we reach an age

where it begins to take things away.

Family and friends ripped from our embrace

long before we're ready.

We look in the mirror and discover

our youth is gone.

Who is that person

staring back at me?

The graceful athlete once so fleet,

considered old at 38, ancient at 58.

Are there coincidences?

Is there a plan

or is it just chance?

How can I meet

the love of my life

When neither of us

is available?

How can I love her

so many years later

As though it was yesterday

that we touched.

For what reason would I meet my soul mate

if we can't be together.

There is a plan, I'm sure of it.

But why can't I understand it.

I don't believe in coincidences,

there is a reason for my love and my longing.

The longing never subsides.

Will I ever hold

and kiss her again?

Will my hand caress her breast

or her hand touch me?

Will I ever hear her whisper

that she loves me still?

It is the mystery I ponder

as my life moves on too fast.

For I believed we would someday

share the good with the bad.

I know there is a plan

and I try to be patient.

I met her and she me,

for a reason.


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      CrisSp 3 years ago from Sky Is The Limit Adventure

      Pleasure reading this. Thank you to Frank Atanacio for sharing it.

      Up and shared.

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      Patricia Scott 3 years ago from sunny Florida

      "Ancient at 58..." I am sure there are those who think that but it is all about perspective isn't it? Which side of that number may determine how you feel??

      This poem echoes a song in my I loved and had to be separated from and afterwards I never have loved another new one. I have always felt that at some point (and so does he) that we may be together ....Time and space separate us but our connection remains.


      Voted up+++ and shared

      Angels are on the way to you this morning ps

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      Kenneth Avery 3 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama


      Nice hub. Great writing. Very helpful and informative. Voted Up and all of the choices. Keep up the fine work and it was my distinct pleasure to meet you and enjoy your work.

      You can check my hugs and find some abstract/prose in there. "On The Strand of a Spider," and "An Old Dreamer's Dream," are my faves.



      Your Friend for Life

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      Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton

      this was strong.. and concise.. what are the reasons.. maybe there are none.. or maybe we will find out later.. great hub my friend...

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      headshrinker 3 years ago from Western Massachusetts

      Thank you:) I meant ancient only in the athletic sense.

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      Nellieanna Hay 3 years ago from TEXAS

      This is incredibly poignant and beautifully expressed. I'm voting up and beautiful.

      Not sure whether your 'ancient at 58' describes the present. But I am soon to be 83 and I am not ancient. Oh, of course, many things I took for granted over the decades have gone, and sadly, many of those are my beloveds. Yet I am vital and healthy and I love living now for its treasures and values that come with every moment.

      Yes, there is a reason; there are reasons! Embrace them in their moments and know them when they arrive.

      Just thought I'd mention it. At the least, perhaps you may see how non-ancient you are by comparison! ;-)