You’ll Know If You Had Been There \/
{ PLEASE READ TWICE }
Too much too soon,
Too little too late,
A mindful experience where wonders wait.
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Who were you,
And; how did you,
Find your way through the foreign gates,
Was it fate,
Could it have been a place you had to wait?
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Was it a place given,
A place set in time,
Were you always here and meant to be mine?
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Did you dance in nights moonlight lime,
Or to the rising suns flames,
What brought you to this mother earth,
Fortune or fame?
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Or simply another, nights northern stargaze,
Did you dance on 25,
Or was it an orange sunshine split eight ways?
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Was your journey long or just a song in softening days long past,
A time now lost to fables and poems, winters frost,
Sea salted glass;
Or gazed within the purple haze?
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Can you recall or is it all gone,
Did you lose the simplest of songs,
Or do you remember those olden days,
When we as children used to play?
I see in this beautiful poem a well conceived bridge, one that takes the reader from the cherished memories of childhood to the future of hope, promise, abundance, and of course, calm. For me, the clue lies in “What brought you to this mother earth, Fortune or fame?” It hides within the very core of life, i.e. expectations. Once we stop expecting, from myriads of possibilities in life, we cease to exist.
Thanks a Million, Johnny, for giving me the opportunity to take a breather, a relaxing one at that, so I could get back into my demanding Monday morning schedule!
Warm Regards
Bharat, your kind words always draw enthusiasm from deep inside and your insight, especially in the Fortune or Fame reference, is spot on.
Johnny – As aways, you take us on a journey where adventure was found in living – we laughed at danger – we knew no fear – time seemed endless. Oh, how my heart longs for those times. Today, in my maturity, I appreciate how the past shaped me and made me the man I am today – and I have no regrets. But late at night, when I cannot sleep, my mind takes me back to the days when a 25-year old was invincible and the days ahead were filled with hope and wonder. Thanks for this wonderful poem, my friend.
Thank you so much Len and you hit it right on the head. In all truthfulness we’re all lucky to still be alive! Lol
So true, Johnny – we are all lucky. ?
This line says so much ” But late at night, when I cannot sleep, my mind takes me back to the days when a 25-year old was invincible and the days ahead were filled with hope and wonder.” I’m with you here! Hope is the last thing one should give up…..
Amen, Brother.
This is great. I often feel growing old is becoming a child again. I do remember the cool waters of the creek, running the fields. I remember later the pure joy of playing music. I remember the darkness of being on the road with things that helped me exscape my pain. Now I remember but live more in the moment. Buddy and I sitting under the Oak waiting for and wanting nothing, just being. Your story set off a collage of memories and thoughts. Thank you my dear brother in Ink. Larry ( Copperhead)
Saw the movie Pirate Radio the other night and was listening to the music of that era which I loved so much and then it took off!