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The Best Years of Our Lives
He waved goodbye to his children
All grown up now with kids of their own
His heart was happy, joyous to the core
Life had been such an interesting journey
His wife was tired after this gathering
So she headed early to bed
He kissed her forehead and whispered to her
The best years of our lives are still ahead
Sitting by the fireplace, looking out the window
The last remnants of the sunset painted the sky
The cool mountain air seemed to be inspiring
There by the flames with nothing but time
He wrote down his thoughts in his journal
The family photographs hanging on the wall
The old vintage phonograph playing softly
A unique collection of stories and memories
Published 12th Nov 2021
| Edited 13th Nov 2021
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I was so drawn into the scene that you painted so beautifully, Walter. My mind's eye could picture exactly what I feel was your intent. I swear I could almost see and feel this man writing with tender fervor along with the warmth and that distinct smell from the fireplace. I deeply admire your talents to take us on such a visceral journey; one that's utterly enchanting and filled with a definitive hopeful love that recollection and hindsight can offer a well lead life.
A gorgeously authored read-🙏🏻
Outstanding work, my friend
🌹 - B
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A gorgeously authored read-🙏🏻
Outstanding work, my friend
🌹 - B
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21st Nov 2021 1:20am
Blue, thank you so much for your comment and RL. Rather than trying to explain or describe what peace would be like, I really did try to picture what a perfect night would be (for future old me if given the chance) like. No rhyme, no wordplay, just plain old fashion reflection and gratitude.
Anonymous
13th Nov 2021 11:28am
A solid write that fires the imagination's furnace. Looking ahead is the only way to live, just as a record player spirals ever inward towards accomplishment until you lift up the needle to replay a song.
Cleanup in Aisles 1 and 7. Damn auto correct gremlins running loose through the neighborhood.
Cleanup in Aisles 1 and 7. Damn auto correct gremlins running loose through the neighborhood.
21st Nov 2021 1:23am
Thank you JB (and for the RL).
I'm a bit of a nostalgic sometimes (I've thought about getting an old typewriter at times), but old record player just seemed not only decorative but a good use of ambiance. I always enjoyed hearing the needed as hit the vinyl as it goes through the grooves.
I'm a bit of a nostalgic sometimes (I've thought about getting an old typewriter at times), but old record player just seemed not only decorative but a good use of ambiance. I always enjoyed hearing the needed as hit the vinyl as it goes through the grooves.
Anonymous
13th Dec 2021 5:05pm
Wow I love reading your work its Amazing and well spoken. It's a life many of us had, wants or only dream of. 💖😘
