Poem: The Healing Powers of Memories and Pictures Stored
A snap shot frozen in time
Weathered in vinegar or wine
Pixels spread in hues of reds, yellows, and greens
A scene is seen; a clip of time instilled in ones mind
Black and white or blazing in Technicolor
Never any worry of any other
Albums collected and stored
Maintained, oh what a chore
A labor of love for sure
Whenever I recall my memories from
Never realizing I was under the gun
From times beginning tale; the world spun
Oh whatever, I did feel the nudge
And I can recall the feelings rendered
For time served; oh fudge
I wish I could crawl right back in
Into some of my lost shots of sin
All my wide grins, tin cans, and sand
The wedding, the golden band; your tan
To crawl back in bed with you once more
The things I would change; for that once more
Some say they would not change one thing
Oh God; dear sir, I place no blame on anything
But the focus of the shots
If time could be re-bought
For I was playing in a rigged game
How was it, I kept from going insane?
Was it the music playing deep within my brain
Or was it the beat to the continual rain?
Where are all these cares stacked?
Am I this ages Job?
Or is it my frontal lobe?
Will this story's truth ever be told
I did sell my soul for glimpses of gold
Would I sell it once more?
You bet!
A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man
Thank you for the read Donnie/ Sinbad the Sailor Man
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A snap shot frozen in time
Weathered in vinegar or wine
Pixels spread in hues of reds, yellows, and greens
A scene is seen; a clip of time instilled in ones mind
Black and white or blazing in Technicolor
Never any worry of any other
Albums collected and stored
Maintained, oh what a chore
A labor of love for sure
Whenever I recall my memories from
Never realizing I was under the gun
From times beginning tale; the world spun
Oh whatever, I did feel the nudge
And I can recall the feelings rendered
For time served; oh fudge
I wish I could crawl right back in
Into some of my lost shots of sin
All my wide grins, tin cans, and sand
The wedding, the golden band; your tan
To crawl back in bed with you once more
The things I would change; for that once more
Some say they would not change one thing
Oh God; dear sir, I place no blame on anything
But the focus of the shots
If time could be re-bought
For I was playing in a rigged game
How was it, I kept from going insane?
Was it the music playing deep within my brain
Or was it the beat to the continual rain?
Where are all these cares stacked?
Am I this ages Job?
Or is it my frontal lobe?
Will this story's truth ever be told
I did sell my soul for glimpses of gold
Would I sell it once more?
You bet!
A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man
Thank you for the read Donnie/ Sinbad the Sailor Man
If you would like to Earn as you Learn and Grow as you Go. I invited you to click the link that follows and join us all here at Triond.com Somebody Come and Play It’s not consider work if you enjoy it!
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