General Poetry posted March 6, 2018

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A self reflection of a dying man

Dying and Days Gone

by tony bronk

My heart is weak.
My strength is waning.
My thoughts go back to yesteryear.

I remember as a kid, bull head fishing, on the river wall.
Turning rocks for wild snakes.
Harmless fist fights, behind the neighborhood fences.

My first kiss.
When and where~
I lost my virginity.

My thoughts take me from end to end.
Through scores of loves ... won and lost.
Then back to the middle, where profundity first appears.

It has been since then~
That I wanted more,
Of what a good life has to offer.


Just an account of what it might be for a dying man and his reflecting upon his life.
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