Why do I carry with pain and warmth
Those misty moments of yesterday?
Those days and nights of fear and wonder?
They shaped me for the tomorrows of hope.
For the nocturnal neon brushes with love.
For the morning waking to reality and truth.
For life’s gifts deserved and not so much.
For romance’s steady itches and searches.
For those misty long-ago moments, thanks:
You gave me a life so many would wish.
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BR Chitwood – October 9, 2020
Website & Blog: https://www.brchitwood.com
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Dang, Billy Ray, that’s downright poetic. Keep it up, man.
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You’re downright danged nice, good buddy.
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Can’t imagine why. Makers Mark can fix it though.
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‘MM’ fixed it for me last night – up every thirty minutes for a ‘wee-wee’! Might have to swear off! Thanks, good John.
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If you give up your MM you have given in to old age and then I can call you an old codger.
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Well, hell, I can’t let that happen… “Hey, Julie, bring me a pre-lunch MM, no ice, just a spray of seltzer… Satisfied, trouble-maker? (yuck, yuck!)
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Now you’re talking’ youngster.
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Like it when you talk ‘dirty’!
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Sweet poem, Billy Ray, xox
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And, a ‘sweet’ response…thank you, ‘My Girl’… xox
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Beautiful thoughts and poem, Billy.
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From a beautiful lady! Thank you, dear Denise…
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Oh my heart stopped – I thought the photo was of MY dog on MY front stoop. Makes me miss my Golden boy so much. But then I read your poem several times, and I know the answer to WHY. To love, of course… Lovely lovely poem.
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‘Toby’ was my Golden boy, and, like you, I never stop missing him…thanks, good ‘WP’, for your kind comments.
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