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80's Some they write,
Some they read,
For it may fill the gap,
Of desire or need.
As some flick a bic,
And some turn a page,
It may ruffle a care,
Or satiate rage.
Yet between each line,
There exists a space,
Not understood,
By all human race.
For all time Knows,
When something is gone,
Yet no one knows nothing,
When nothing is known.
So beautifully written. You know,there will always be so many questions unanswered. And it will never be understood. And when time is gone, there can be nothing said or taken back when our time runs out. Life span is unknown for us. I hope you keep the flow of your writing going. I would love to keep reading. Thank you for sharing. Have a beautiful fulfilled day, and many more to come. Hope you can check mine out sometime.
Leah
I originally entered this folder to see whether or not you spoke about these infamous 80's I've been haring about for as long as I can remember...(okay, okay, so I wanted to gain knowledge about my 'birth' decade.)
But would 'the friend of the great man who never existed' enjoy this? I think he/she just might!
This naturally made me exultant, as all of your wisom, wit, and charisma, oh so frequently does!
Thanks for the read, Rich. Always thought-provoking.
I think yes, but what do I know? Reading between the lines gets harder when you reach the age of bifocals, hmmm?