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Time-worn photos

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Fragrances

Of times long past

Memories fixed

Behind shelved glass

 

Forgotten faces

Frozen in time

As the clock ticks forward

Clanging its chime

 

Who were these fanciful

Looking folks

Dressed in top hats

And fashionable cloaks

 

Time-worn photos

Too old to tell

Cast their alluring

And questioning spell

 

Written by, Michelle Cook


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Defining Character

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Her worn hands were tired

And so was her weary mind

She spent her days working

For the spoiled and unkind

 

Her days were long

And her nights were short

Yet through all the struggles

She remained a good sport

 

She tried her best

To satisfy every need

Of her rich employer

Who was laden with greed

 

Through the years

She remained faithful and kind

And everyone missed her

On the day she resigned

 

She still has not been forgotten

As she was loved for her gentle ways

Seems it’s our character which defines us

Even beyond our earthly days

 

Written by, Michelle Cook


Poetry prompt: Tired hands and mind.

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The Ugliness of Beauty

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What is beauty, but a lie

 What of vanity catches one’s eye

 If lavish riches and splendor adorn

 I’m afraid you will be thwarted when time is worn

 None can escape the clutches of age

 So dress yourself in fancies, in which you throw your wage

 It will do no good; time is your door

 Yet even of the veracity you still beg for more

 Lying down in the ground, this is where you rot

 What became of the beauty that you once sought

 Like dust you sicken and poison ones soul

 No longer loved, you return to your hole

 Didn’t they warn, didn’t they say

 You were too proud, too eager to go your own way

 Now you are trapped, forever you shall be lost

 None left to care; this is now your cost

 

Written By,

My lovely daughter, Amy Cook


Originally posted: April 11, 2015

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The Road Not Taken

By Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

This is one of my favorite poems.  If you have a favorite poem that you would like to share, please leave a link in the comments below, and I will check it out!