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Just a quick note; an introduction if you will…<\/span><\/p>\n This week, I thought I’d do something different and write a poem instead of an essay. So, if you were expecting a new essay today, check back next week.\u00a0 Don’t worry, my poem is the old-fashioned kind – not freestyle or modern poetry. It’s just me, writing from my heart. I hope you take the time to read it; it would mean a lot to me.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Used to Be<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n It used to be so easy when the skies were crystal blue,<\/span> Devastated magic trills the thunder rolling through <\/span> Wondering with jaded thoughts where those feelings went.\u00a0<\/span> The days close in around me, with intentions clearly cloaked<\/span> And the long-lost boys of Second Street, whose names I still recall<\/span> But life came fast and quickly and scattered us away<\/span> I stand upon a hillside and look down the hill below<\/span> My body is now broken, no evidence of youth.<\/span> Just a quick note; an introduction if you will… This week, I thought I’d do something different and write a poem instead of an essay. So, if you were expecting a new essay today, check back next week.\u00a0 Don’t worry, my poem is the old-fashioned kind – not freestyle or modern poetry. It’s just me, writing from\u2026 Read More »<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":26737,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[228],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thundercloud.net\/infoave\/new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32159"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thundercloud.net\/infoave\/new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thundercloud.net\/infoave\/new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thundercloud.net\/infoave\/new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thundercloud.net\/infoave\/new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=32159"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/www.thundercloud.net\/infoave\/new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32159\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":32164,"href":"https:\/\/www.thundercloud.net\/infoave\/new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32159\/revisions\/32164"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thundercloud.net\/infoave\/new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/26737"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thundercloud.net\/infoave\/new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=32159"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thundercloud.net\/infoave\/new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=32159"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thundercloud.net\/infoave\/new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=32159"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nAnd the clouds created Canyons just for me and you.<\/span>
\nDragon heads, tiara crowns, and beasts no eyes can see, <\/span>
\nFloating high above our heads today in silent majesty.<\/span><\/p>\n
\nAncient eyes evoke the gloom that was once so bright and true.<\/span>
\nIt used to be so easy to dance and praise the rain <\/span>
\nNow it’s hard to feel the joy beyond this palisade of pain.<\/span><\/p>\n
\nI look with clouded, weeping eyes at nothing relevant.<\/span>
\nJust another struggle, just another day of pain.<\/span>
\nThe walking path I used to love, I will never walk again.
\n<\/span><\/p>\n
\nMy legs are frozen to the ground. My choices are revoked.<\/span>
\nI am drowning in the present while reaching for the past<\/span>
\nTo find the guitar player who knew it couldn’t last.<\/span><\/p>\n
\nWho practiced in a cellar and wrote songs upon the wall.<\/span>
\nThe boys who grabbed a fishbowl at a tavern by the bay<\/span>
\nAnd waited for the stardom we were sure would come our way.<\/span><\/p>\n
\nAnd all that’s left are echoes of the songs we used to play. <\/span>
\nHow fast my life raced past me; no warnings were received. <\/span>
\nMemories stained and fading of all that I believed.<\/span><\/p>\n
\nAnd see the lonely graveyard and almost everyone I know. <\/span>
\nThe monuments seem minimized, but each one still tells a tale<\/span>
\nEach stone a quiet author with a story to regale.<\/span><\/p>\n
\nJust the resignation of the one sad and final truth.<\/span>
\nMy friends are sleeping peacefully with the memories that they made.<\/span>
\nThey lie in silent perfect peace on the hill where bluebells fade.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"