In sweet decline we would grapple
with the loss,
the notion of life beyond
what we dream,
perhaps believe,
the passionate embrace
inside the quiet realm of knowing
this is real,
we did touch,
feel,
there was an afternoon …
In this morning,
we stepped into an earlier hour,
by virtue,
the mechanical nature of our society,
legislates an autonomy,
no longer our own,
like a colony of
helpless animals,
we all acquire some odd satisfaction
with the turning back of time,
evening, at dusk,
become an immediacy
more silent
than even the morning before.
I had a dream about you,
he was there,
as was she,
all of us intermingling,
in some bizarre absurdist
playoff
of our own nightmares,
coming forward,
we cleared up a lot of
insecurity,
knowing our lives
did contain a similar balance
unraveling along the
Pennsylvania turnpike,
another common avenue
along the many paths
we choose to lead our lives.
A mentor once,
he thought of it first,
I the listener
talked clearly
everything begun
nowhere at all,
of all we value,
we cry, we weep, we excite,
the natural course of reward,
becomes rather the gift
of nothing.
© Scott F Savage 2019
apersonaljourney - stories of love 
8 thoughts on “Finding Value In Time”
glitzyritzymommy
I Love PA 🙂
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a quiet man
I rode the turnpike with my family as a child back in the 70’s on a family vacation 🙂
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glitzyritzymommy
Wow a nice memory i live on the east coast so PA is in my backyard 🙂 I love new hope and wellsboro just all of PA
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glitzyritzymommy
Nice poem, words 🙂
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a quiet man
thank you, my words are the inspiration of sweet recall … gotta hang onto those things
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glitzyritzymommy
Thats beautiful and words are powerful when they have meaning! I love to express myself though words! It shows my passion as it shows yours! Love your stuff!!
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a quiet man
thank you
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glitzyritzymommy
🙂 absolutely!
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