Sometimes   3 comments



Sometimes when its quiet

And I’m sitting all alone

I think of things I’ve seen, done

And loves that I have known


I reach out and touch those memories

And review those precious times

Reliving the wonderful chapters

Of the book of life that’s mine.


Recalling all the beauty…, blessings

All miracles…, each one

Then it’s quiet once again

And I’m sitting all alone.



Posted December 2, 2012 by PapaBear in Other Art, Poetry

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3 responses to “Sometimes

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  1. Beautiful.


  2. Sometimes we live or relive the memory forgetting that “journeys into the past are complicated by delusions & false namings of real events.”

    Peace & Light

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