Trying to Find My Way

Updated on November 27, 2017
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I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I live in the suburbs of Riga, Latvia. I have a wonderful cat named Sid.

Long ago and far away,

like somewhere beyond the rainbow,

when life was so fine -

a gentler and simpler time.

So many days have flown,

I now look at what I own,

my love and my home

and often when I gaze into the mirror,

knowing that the years of love,

have now gone,

but they’ve left behind –

so many shining memories.

So to ease my mind,

I need to step back in time,

for no matter what –

I will never forget that once you were mine.

So I’d like to find my way,

to fly back to those days -

just for a moment more.

To contact with the child in me,

to know how grand life can be,

if you keep your heart light,

delight in all this world has to offer

live as if you’re marching in a parade,

tooting your own horn -

most every day.

Smile just as warm as the sun,

remember all the fun

and it makes me so glad,

that at the end of each day,

I can find my way -

back to the me that once was.

The me when things meant so much more,

than they do now

and once again I’m a child,

having found my way back -

to my special yesterdays.

A child dancing in the rain,

flying with the wind,

being all that I can be -

being simply me.

© 2017 Gypsy Rose Lee

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 8 days ago from Riga, Latvia

      Thank you Nikki.

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      Nikki Khan 9 days ago from London

      An amazing poem and piece of art.Great work.Thanks for sharing dear.

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 11 days ago from Riga, Latvia

      Thank you Genna.

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      Genna East 11 days ago from Massachusetts, USA

      A perfect poem, with perfect music to accompany it. Well done.

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 11 days ago from Riga, Latvia

      Thank you and well said Shyron.

      That is so true FlourishAnyway.

      Thank you Ram.

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      Shyron E Shenko 12 days ago from Texas

      Gypsy, I love your poem, but

      If I had a time machine

      So that memories I could glean

      I might never want to return

      To where life seems sometimes so mean

      And life is no longer lean

      Where all my clothes are splitting at the seams

      Would I really want to face the feigns?

      Of what I use to be

      If I could go back and change what was

      Would I change or still be me?

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      FlourishAnyway 12 days ago from USA

      I agree with Martie. It’s important to continue to make good memories so that you can look back on better times.

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      Ram Ramakrishnan 13 days ago

      There is an ethereal charm in your simple words and thoughts and the manner in which you have strung them together.

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 13 days ago from Riga, Latvia

      Thank you Nell.

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      Nell Rose 2 weeks ago from England

      Aw love it! you are so right, and I love the last verse!

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 2 weeks ago from Riga, Latvia

      You welcome lunaticdiaries.

      Thank you Manatita.

      Thank you Bill and hugs right back to you.

      Thank you Martie.

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      lunaticdiaries 2 weeks ago

      “and it makes me so glad,

      that at the end of each day,

      I can find my way -

      back to the me that once was”

      Finding time to reflect on who we are & what drives our spirit is an essential part to life. You put it so eloquently in the verse above. Thank you

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      manatita44 2 weeks ago from london

      You actually remind me of the Beatles for some reason. Perhaps it is because you simply want to be yourself. A bit of a childlike poem... I mean the sweet part of us, the one without guile. Peace.

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      Bill Holland 2 weeks ago from Olympia, WA

      I have no words of wisdom. Sending hugs your way.

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      Martie Coetser 2 weeks ago from South Africa

      Beautiful, dear Rasma! And that is why we have to make good memories each and every day - to fall back to during the winters of our lives. Take care!