Our TimeA Poem by DanielScanlon My therapist is a good guy and I value what I took away from our sessions. Enjoy retirement Hugh. Thank you, my friend. Our Time Our time is up, impressions cast The time itself went by so fast Lessons learn, in our sessions past Chronicled, I pray they last.
We spoke of life and how tragic it is How one such as I, can be sadly missed In a fast moving system, one such as this A life dismissed, cast into an abyss
Yet, the lessons taught were not in vain You taught me well, in how to remain True to myself, apart from inane More than myself, above disdain
So, our time is up, how did we do Together I think we both knew Amidst a crowd of many, but only a few But sadly, our time now is through.
-Daniel Scanlon Author © 2017 DanielScanlon |
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Added on July 17, 2017 Last Updated on September 2, 2017 Author
DanielScanlonLakewood , WAAboutAfter having been raised in the Pacific Northwest, ideally on an island, unlike any other, our family was sadly transferred to Texas in 1980, as part of the grand scheme of things. I lived in the Lon.. more..Writing
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