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poetry by j matthew waters

reminiscing


it’s not too late
this night of the living
awaken and sing
your lonely songs

trees like old men
bent over and supported
by crooked canes
look they say
they are just like me
we are one in the same

there is comfort knowing
we may have been down
this road before
hand in hand like
old lovers reunited
recaptured by the light

day turns into night
the songs begin again
sung by nightingales
aspiring to be angels



january two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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6 thoughts on “reminiscing

  1. I like a lot this poem

  2. Love the last stanza
    and these sections:

    “trees like old men
    bent over and supported
    by crooked canes” … especially if they’re made of sugar cane 🙂

    “like
    old lovers reunited
    recaptured by the light” … especially if they’re light sabers 🙂

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