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Re: WHERE'D HE GO

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  • Sharon Pacione
    Welcome William...loved taking the journey with you in this poem. Life has a way of flying by. Seems like yesterday that I was just a skinny girl. BTW...a
    Message 1 of 2 , Jan 11, 2006
      Welcome William...loved taking the journey with you in this
      poem. Life has a way of flying by. Seems like yesterday that
      I was just a skinny girl.

      BTW...a reminder to everyone when posting poetry to please
      put the author's name and e-mail address or book title, etc.,
      at the end of the poem. Thanks much.

      Sharon 444
      *Sharon Pacione*
      Wdestiny44@...

      --- In VoicesOfThePhilosophersStone@yahoogroups.com, "William Leak"
      <depoet@d...> wrote:
      >
      > WHERE'D HE GO
      >
      > Where'd he go, that skinny guy
      > Hair of red, brown of eye
      > Feet like leather, never still
      > Up the trees, over the hill
      > Cowboys 'n Indians, dumping trucks
      > Collecting eggs from chickens 'n ducks
      > Earned a bike with a paper route
      > Now he really gets about
      > Five miles to town, an easy ride
      > Race to get there, side by side
      > Saturday matinee time
      > With cartoons, serial, for a dime
      > Joined the Navy with his peers
      > Booze and girls for four great years
      > Then to college and wedded joy
      > Had his own red-headed boy
      > Then a red head girl too
      > Always busy, lots to do
      > Also always lots of fun
      > Parties when the work was done
      > Now the years have slipped away
      > Now his kids are showing gray
      > Where'd he go, that skinny guy
      > Hair of red, brown of eye?
      > Hair is white, eyes are dim
      > Feet don't always carry him
      > Made his will, buried friends
      > Watching while this chapter ends
      > What's to learn from all of this
      > Life is sorrow, life is bliss
      > Times you're high, times you're not
      > Times when hope is all you've got
      > Sometimes peaceful, sometimes strife
      > Just another passing life
      > Have your fun while you're able
      > All too soon, you're just a fable
      > * * *
      >
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