That Blessed Place
The golden years are gone now
Fading into the mist
Yet, memory lingers somehow
Eternally to exist.
The yesterday's in dreams
Grow sweeter by the years
And are the present it seems
Of joy, pain and tears.
Awake, I feel a smile
Gentle on my face
Go back to dreams awhile
At home in that blessed place.
Terel
September 21, 2006
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- Terel
- North Carolina, United States
- A life long lover of Old Time Traditional Music from my childhood in Asheville, Western North Carolina. A.P., Sara, and Maybelle Carter. A yellow dog Southern Progressive Liberal Democrat who respected Republicans until 2000. A Christian with little use standing aghast at the lack of Christ in most organized Churches. I love poetry, literature, DOGS, and have an instinctive dislike for censorship and self appointed know it all authority figures in music, art, culture, religion or politics.
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