Age Of Truth Poem by Charles M Moore

Age Of Truth

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In younger times, A boy was I
I loved the earth and loved the sky
an innocent of times gone by
an infant to the world

I grew up strong and grew up fast
and soon a youth with little past
but felt that all was in my grasp
the world could do no wrong

Developing my social skill
became a favourite of the girls
I plunged in deeply to the thrills
the world was mine alone

I sought stability at last
and settled down from hectic past
with marriage vows and bankers draft
a new world would be born

The time was spent before I knew
the marriage gone the children grew
aquaintances now just a few
the world had surely changed

In older times, A man am I
I love the earth and love the sky
an innocent from times gone by
to face the world alone.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Patricia Gale 02 April 2007

Wonderful remeberance life and the changing ways.... well crafted Charlie

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gone gone 03 April 2007

Charle a song well-sung......some bright stars strung....... Love, D.

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Malini Kadir 13 March 2008

The full circle you have with easy flow expressed with insightful truth high lighted!

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Linda Ori 12 April 2007

Ahh..........sweet Charlie - never alone! You have lived much of your life, and now you are coasting on all the laurels that you so richly deserve. Life isn't over 'til the fat lady sings' - so I'd say you've got lots of adventures yet to pursue and enjoy. A touching, thought-provoking read, filled with personal contemplation. Linda :) xx

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Scarlett Treat 10 April 2007

Full Circle...how all of us who are older begin to realize that we have come full circle in life, with the pleasures of the innocence of childhood come to us again. I love the peace/stress of youth/return to peace of this poem.

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Your joie de vivre shines through each line of your perfect and jaunty rhyme, Charles! This is both touching and very well crafted.

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Theresa Moore 07 April 2007

A wonderful poem. A journey of life not misspent. There should be no lament. All those memories have made you the person you are today; a great poet. It is a beautiful day.

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Charles M Moore

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