Alone
One cold January eve
Stepping aside
No one to deceive
Thinking back
To better times
Younger years
Mountain climbs
The world lies ahead of me
Singing songs, feeling free
Happier never could we be
Way back, 1970
Longer hair
Mini skirts
Hashish pipes
Rock and roll concerts
Times aplenty
Nothing left to want
Life much simpler
Cooped up memories haunt
Poems a comin’
Right and left
Dodging bullets
Life bereft
Untold stories
From long ago
How life changes
So much we’ll never know
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Author: Don Iannone, D.Div.
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Photographer, poet, teacher, complementary medicine provider, interfaith minister, and former economic developer. Holds a Doctorate in Divinity, Master of Divinity, Master of Mind-Body Medicine, and Bachelor of Arts degree in Anthropology. Clinical certifications in Reiki, guided meditation, life purpose coaching, and spiritual counseling. Author of 12 books, including two new books in the contemporary spirituality field. Learn more here.
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Poetic Alchemist 
keep documenting the beat, bro!
Those Winter blues….