Bygone Days
poem by:
Janet Vick
Written
on Jan 25, 2014
Commitments... Transient things, moments lived, savored, squandered, forgotten... No second chance resurrecting bygone days. Janet Vick Don't know what category this falls under!
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William Brochinsky commented:
It appears we are at similar cross-roads in our lives. I wish you well with your Mom. Ever need to chat, feel free. That Poem starts with, could this be an Atripla dream? A drug for HIV. The gay 28 years positive son, comes home 10 years ago to care for his Mom. He would have been he second son to die from HIV , but did not. Second hand confusion of events, yet it all makes sense. Gods plan. I don't question them any longer. Thanks for responding. Bill
Frank Hornby .
commented on Nov 15, 2017 at 10:03am
Nice little poem Janet......the only way to resurrect bygone days.....is in your mind....and then into poetry....that's what I do....
Christopher Russon
commented on Dec 28, 2017 at 6:22pm
This poem says such slot in just a few words.the bygone days carry on in our memories
I long also to see my folk again one day.
