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Date Posted: 04:41:20 06/16/02 Sun
Author: Gray
Author Host/IP: 0-1pool26-196.nas52.stockton1.ca.us.da.qwest.net / 65.147.26.196
Subject: Re: Old Friend
In reply to: Harmony 's message, "Old Friend" on 00:46:45 06/16/02 Sun

Actually, I was about to say the water tastes pretty good. (;

But I know what you mean... still, let me taste again... Yes, refreshing...

Ever been to Bodie? Old ghost towns are cool, too... that (and this) reminds me of something similar I wrote, let me see if I can find it. (Visually similar, at least...)

-Gray

>Well, old friend, the gate hinge
>Is steeped and caked with rust
>From too many selfish tears
>Imprisoned in the crust.
>
>Try the gate, if you will,
>Old friend, but I do doubt
>It shall yield to your touch
>And let the bitter out.
>
>And the well, old friend, now
>Echoes from stony depths;
>The emptiness therein
>Hastened by greedy lips.
>
>Let down the pail, old friend,
>And expect then the worst
>Of finding you must go
>Elsewhere to slake your thirst.
>
>And the windows, old friend,
>Are grimy, sooty panes
>Unwashed by caring hands
>Or baptized by the rains.
>
>Peer, old friend, if you can
>Into that murky room.
>The warm glow of past brilliance
>Is now shrouded in gloom.
>
>The gate, the well, the glass,
>Old friend, once new and bright,
>Are creaking, dry, and dim
>In the day's decadent light.
>
>Thus, old friend, the decay
>Has exacted its hoary toll
>And laid a heavy hand
>Upon this jaded soul.

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Replies:

Stop Being a Ghost -- Gray Squirrel, 04:45:13 06/16/02 Sun
- Re: Stop Being a Ghost -- Harmony, 08:51:44 06/16/02 Sun