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When It's Gone

It’s a sad man’s song of the past
But only his memory of it all
He’s walking tall and fast
Out west where the ground moves below

Somewhere in his life you belonged
But so did many others before you
A crowd of people who’ve been wronged
Up north where there’s cold and snow

Too long too long
Too long to carry on
Without thinking of you
When the summers are gone

Like a river bank rolling on and on
I have to live no matter the flood
Or the silt making dragging me along
Down south where big ocean winds blow

The moon is pale if you don’t believe in it
The bright reflection of my life is all I need
I’m glad for it all as I find a soft place to sit
On the plains where only grass will grow

Too long too long
Too long to carry on
Without thinking of you
When the leaves are gone


Mark Lecuona (author) from Austin, Texas on November 18, 2018:

@Nido - Yes, it is hard if you loved them deeply. Thank you for reading my poem.

@Elija - Hey! Thank you for seeing the depth on this one. It can mean more than one thing and whatever you see is what it is.

Elijah A Alexander Jr from Washington DC on November 18, 2018:

You had me in the beginning but I finally realized you were talking not about a person but the warmth of the year. A masterpiece says this old poet. Thanks for sharing it.

Nida Ormo from Bacolod City, Philippines on November 17, 2018:

It's sad if someone's gone and only the memory's remain

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