At the Last Days Gone

 Though as for that, the passing there had worn them both really about the same.
As with the ages past the land before me stood so vast, my choice was no simple game.
To my left the trodden and abused, to my my right the snooty and refused.
Oh which and where to my end should I go but before me stood my foe.
 
 I know not hence forth from where he came but none the less we looked the same.
I noticed simply that, it was my reflection staring back.
Something different amused my imaginings as I before had not noticed the tear.
My reflection shown it bright upon his cheek, perhaps a vestige of the mild and meek.

 I cannot claim to know the ware that was present on my face that day,
but oh I am familiar with that old refrain, "time heals all wounds"
Alas I fear this wound cannot heal and until such day as my last breath drawn
I will go on carrying this burden, looking back, at the last days gone.  

Reviews

[Winchester Saltgunner]

Lovelies it Hun

[realmwriter]

Thank You Again Samantha. Am I right, that is your name?

[Winchester Saltgunner]

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[realmwriter]

Too cute, too cute...!

[Winchester Saltgunner]

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[Chinnah!]

This is great
I love it!

[realmwriter]

Thank You again. It really does mean a lot to me...!

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[Don Shaw]

This is awesome ! I will shelve this one. Bravo!!

[realmwriter]

gain Thank You very much my friend...!

[quinfinn]

a pensive, reflective and introspective write. well done!

[realmwriter]

Thank again my friend... I will reciprocate

[quinfinn]

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