The fool

By kenneth

I recall a time that seem so long ago
Beautiful scenery and the sweet scent that filled the air
Because all of the blooming flowers and trees

From morning to night how quick time would go
I recall living life without a worry or a care
Forever I will hold tight to these precious memories

I recall the leaves dancing a waltz with the wind
And the first time I stared in awe at the stars in the night
The midnight moon shining with all of its magnificence

These times couldn’t last forever I knew they had to end
Just like the raging fire and its warming light
Will become but ash and fade from existence

I recall as I child I couldn’t wait till I was grown
I wanted to be a man who was righteous and just
I thought that I knew the difference between wrong and right

Now that I am old the sad truth my eyes were shown
In time my soul corroded and my heart crumbled to dust
The only difference between wrong and right is money and might

It a bit sad how for so long I held on to my childish ideals
Believing in the best in people thinking with my heart not my mind
I recall the error of my ways no more will I be that fool

Blindly following your convictions is something that kills
You say I am crazy I just know there is nothing to find
That person in the mirror gazing back at me he is still a fool

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Copyright 2011 kenneth
Published on Friday, August 26, 2011.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • dwells On Friday, August 26, 2011, dwells (4177)By person wrote:

    Live in hope and die in despair. Only a fool, or an insane person, never wises up to the game - unless you refuse to play. Older and smarter is inevitable, and hopefully not too jaded or cynical - at the end of the path leading into the clearing in the middle of the forest (Stephen King "The Gunslinger" saga I think?

  • Devilish On Friday, August 26, 2011, Devilish (2633)By person wrote:

    Nice.... This had to come from the heart cause I felt it... I like that... And i feel like a fool sometimes just don't have the balls to admit it.... Scholar

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