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Reminiscences Redone

by Dave Fitzgerald

It’s early September
and 40 is fast approaching.
With each new dawn
and high pitched squeal
of the alarm clock,
I wake with a battery
of new aches and a feeling




It’s time,
this autumn,
as I move into mine,
that I start writing my memories
before I lose them forever.


Posted on 09/10/2007
Copyright © 2024 Dave Fitzgerald

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Tony Whitaker on 09/10/07 at 08:45 AM

Nice piece Dave.Being 53 I see you as a young man! lol! Anyway, Happy 40th and learn to stop and smell the roses of life before you are gone. This is the only life you will ever have! Cheers!

Posted by Alisa Js on 09/12/07 at 01:34 AM

Nicely done, Dave...but do remember, life is made up of moments lived, each one complete within itself. aloha

Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 09/19/07 at 02:53 AM

You said it quite well, Dave. I didn't start thinking that way until I reached the downside of 45, but we all have our 'time.' "With each new dawn and high pitched squeal of the alarm clock,..." ... I especially liked the way these lines were put together. There's just something about them that struck me. Nice work.

Posted by Michelle Angelini on 09/19/07 at 02:57 AM

So true Dave. Seems if I don't have something right in front of me in print, I forget. Oh yes, I'd love to have 40 back again. I like the way you said this. There - a good comment and a good rating. ;-) And, I even signed my name.

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