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Time doesn’t heal,
it just helps us forget…
As our memories fade,
blurring our regrets…
Nature’s own sedative,
seeps into our veins…
On mission to destroy and
slowly send us insane…
Then leaves us looking,
at old eyes in a mirror…
The stranger staring back,
who can’t quite remember…
Who on earth are we,
what have we done…
The hearts we’ve broken,
in the midst of distractive fun…
Or the ones we loved,
who were then taken away…
Under the illusion given,
we’ll meet again someday…
As we progress on our journey,
from young through to old…
Always trying to understand,
seldom doing as we’re told…
Making so many mistakes,
hoping no one’s keeping score…
Learning the harsh lessons,
Whilst making more and more…
Counting all our evil sins,
carrying all of our scars…
As we stumble through life,
following a path to the stars…
Hoping time will heal us,
yet never becoming wise…
Still believing the fairy stories,
still falling for all the lies…
Until one day it’s over and
we come face to face with death…
And time just keeps on ticking,
long after we take our final breath…
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Eye Will Not Cry 
Time is also my favorite subject.I like your point of view.
Thank you for stopping by to comment – Cheers J
I do not like your point of view, I do, however, share it!
Thanks Keith – I do not like it either 😃 Cheers J
Beautiful, J, love that song. Grim poem, though realistic. . If life is impermanent, then so are scars, sins, lies, pain. “yet never becoming wise” – why not? Thank you much for sharing.
Thanks Kristina – I think it is inherent in Humans to not fully learn from mistakes – keeps life interesting 😃Cheers J
Reblogged this on Rosevoc2's Blog.
Thanks for the re:blog – Much appreciated – Cheers J
Haunting and real. Thank you.
Thank you and you’re welcome – Cheers J
Beautiful.
Thank you Mr Blaze – Cheers J
Very good and. Some very poignant moving lines ! Ur awesome
Thank you for your kind words – Cheers J
Love this J -alex
I love that you love this Alex 🙂 – Cheers J
Wow! This is so beautiful, J! ❤
Thanks – not often I use the same song for two different poems – theme the same mind – maybe am getting lazy! Happy New Year! Cheers J
Happy New Year to you too! 🙂
Edo Palace Mix
Takae, so simple, fluttering on the wind of vegetarian
existence, refusing to eat up more than her share,
presenting herself a second time, but finding no taker,
is less than joyous, yet remains so gentle. Two swans
glide, bobbing for minnows, mated for life, fed by ample
moat, seen by hundreds each day. Mostly Takae yearns
to be the swan on the right, head held up, pet of the palace.
Instead, like the sour gooseberry picker, Chekhov’s Nikolay,
she labors at city hall. Better, like the clerk job Kafka had, or
Poe’s daily grind, Takae, so full of wonder, but now resentment
too, as youth slips into middle age with no permanent necker,
glider, lover to snuggle with. Yellow petunias with purple eyes
stretch open to us, and I think that Takae will see this exact
pattern and find comfort having spent a day in Chiba
with friends that will, over time, form a second base.
A dream fulfilled erases previous disappointment. How to
meld dreams into the closeness that supports? Elephant ear
plants glisten under gray. Bamboo rustles, imperial reminder
that one generation can be the foundation of new style, culture,
love, beauty, art, strength, ethics, for centuries to come.
Thanks Doug – Enjoyable read! Cheers J