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Days of Wine and Roses The days of wine and roses The smell of sweet perfume The taste of bitter sweet The blazing red of bloom Tommorrow was never walked in a day but always a lifetime to run through When today is tommorrow There seems nothing left to do Never stopped to smell the roses letting todays get away The perfume, now a memory of today's yesterday The frost's now on the heather The mist is tears of brine A view of no tommorrow The last breathe on the vine. |
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Winkay, It seems life's choice is to live for today or act for tommorrow. The choice isn't a very good one.... The thoughts of why I wrote the poems was that living for tommorrow sometimes come to end, and our only choice is to live for today. When that time comes, we regret all the todays which we lived for tommorrow.
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10/4/2009 10:11 am |
Oh jiminy, You sound so complicated but i know what you mean You told me to live for today - The Rose, enjoy the bloom for today!! Thats what you should be doing. Lovely poem.
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