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An Old Love
by Jane E PearceWe were together
a long time World!
Now, you rarely come to call,
but I remember those years
when we were lovers.
These days you cavort
with nubiles of nimble joints,
and unmapped faces.
You speed by the house,
your car radio blaring
strange and strident music
with violent undertones.
The cloak you wear hangs
like a wet mop, dripping
with blood and tears,
greed and avarice.
You have changed World
since we walked hand in hand,
but I remember-
oh yes, I remember. 05/11/2003 Posted on 05/11/2003
Copyright © 2025 Jane E Pearce
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 05/11/03 at 03:20 PM Associations hardly die.positive association, never. Not even in dreams. Beautiful. |
| Posted by Christel Crews on 05/12/03 at 03:00 PM Jane this is beautiful! |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 05/14/03 at 06:12 PM Thank the Lord for memory! The World rushes on but "our" World stays with us. Nostalgic, bittersweet. Fortunately there is a better world awaiting those of us who love the Lord. :) (averice should be avarice I think--spellcheck) |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 05/19/03 at 03:03 AM Well done Jane....Charlie |
| Posted by Maureen Glaude on 01/26/04 at 08:16 PM fascinating angle on the transitions of the environment and world over the years. I often wonder how we can keep up with the crazy changes. Well done, Jane. |
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