I cut my filet out of this poem and reblog the whole because for really an unknown reasons….well i’d have to think too hard to understand…this poem does resonant, (is marked by grandiloquence), with me.
Thanx Sheldon Again.

MY FAVORITE PART:
People who
Now are echoes
Of laughter
All that Apple
Wine,and Matou’s
~~dru~~

Sheldon Kleeman

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Sitting here alone

watching old videos

Of music gone by

Wishing I could

remember what

I was doing when

those words I

Use to sing

Were strong

Like that memory

I use to have

Sitting here by

myself with

all those once

People who

Now are echoes

Of laughter

All that Apple

Wine,and Matou’s

In that strange

Shaped bottle

How we would fight

For its end as life

Depends on it now

Singing the words

Helps cure the

loneliness

For only a…….

Lives in a world

That can dot an i

And cross a tee

Just as poet

Writes the

Simple

To enhance

What

memories

That

Are still

Waiting to be…..

Like the fine

Wine of

That time

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