the grateful dead

my name? a moment let me see
as I recall I used to be
but that was when the world was young
and words came tripping off the tongue
and life was still a newish game
that came and left and came again
and names were given, one to each
the future stood beyond our reach
but still we gave and still we took
and were not bound by Word nor Book
Oh I recall those days with pride
when no-one had a need to hide
when truth was true and lies untold
and love was valued more than gold
but time is now and past is past
and as I come to breathe my last
I look upon the world with dread
then go to join the grateful dead

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  1. damommza

     /  July 21, 2012

    For a brief second (the briefest, I assure you) I thought the title was “The Graceful Dead” and I envisioned you in a tutu going en pointe. Ok, that has disappeared from my brain. 0.o

    This is an excellent poem, even better on the 2nd and 3rd read. Kudos for this one! It does seem like society is a place where I no longer want to live. Sometimes. πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€


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