Bygone Days

poem by: Janet Vick
Written on Jan 25, 2014

Transient things,
moments lived,
savored, squandered,
No second chance
resurrecting bygone days.

Janet Vick

Don't know what category this falls under!


Tags: deep,

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William Brochinsky commented:
It appears we are at similar cross-roads in our lives. I wish you well with your Mom. Ever need to chat, feel free. That Poem starts with, could this be an Atripla dream? A drug for HIV. The gay 28 years positive son, comes home 10 years ago to care for his Mom. He would have been he second son to die from HIV , but did not. Second hand confusion of events, yet it all makes sense. Gods plan. I don't question them any longer. Thanks for responding. Bill
Frank byrne commented on Nov 15, 2017 at 10:03am
Nice little poem Janet......the only way to resurrect bygone in your mind....and then into poetry....that's what I do....


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