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Please note, I posted this on my FB page yesterday, and then mentioned it on chat yesterday to someone.  I told them I would post it here today so here it is.

Have you ever looked back on something you wrote 25 years ago and shivered? I just did that, here is a poem I wrote 25 years ago, I don't know what possessed me then, but it is like 25 years ago I knew someday I would be where I am today: 
TITLE: Looking Forward 
A man sits on a stump,
His head is held in his hands.
Beside him, grave stones, 
One has a fresh look.
The man's head rises,
He looks at the grave stone, 
His eyes fill with sadness.
He looks to his hands, a ring glitters in the sunshine,
His eyes look back, memories of yesterdays gone by.
His thoughts are of those yesterdays,
His wish is to return there,
To once again be with the woman, whose ring he bears.
Forward a cloud of unknown fills his site.
His thoughts are that the path ahead holds dispair, sadness.
Nothing he sees makes him happy.
Happiness was found in her arms. 
Her eyes lit up the night like a candle.
Her face made the finest rose pale in comparison.
Now what does he have? 
A ring, a photo album, a memory.
It is said that she will live there, in his thoughts,
But where will he live? 
He can not live in his thoughts.
He knows that however dark, the path ahead must be taken.
He stands, removes his ring, places it in the dirt by the grave.
He steps forward, then returns.
He removes the ring from the dirt, cleans it and returns it to his finger.
There is more than a memory. 
There is something to look forward to, a reunion.

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Comment by roark on December 19, 2017 at 7:18am

Wow, incredible touching poem, It is so true emotions filled with love and sadness. Nicely written.

Comment by Callie2 on December 17, 2017 at 2:32pm

Filled with a lot of emotion, I wonder too what inspired you to write that? Sounded like you experienced something like that in your past. I say that because I could feel the grief in your words and someone that has not suffered loss would be unable to bring these feelings to pen. Anyway, I find the poem quite moving. 

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