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At the crossroads

It is almost a year ago, since I wrote this poem on the 10.10.2006. I thought
it is neat to post it with the marquee tag (and play a little bit with it).

At the crossroads



Loving memories in hearts reside
moved they are
they dare not decide

Achievements made - not meant to rest
condemned ones
blessed at best
been of use, been abused, not used
bulky habits, delicate adornments
them having purloined
or been awarded
many of them not easily discarded

Losses bemoaned long - meant to regress
appear clearer, explain themselves
turn pale
weigh less

Tears enough already have been shed
full of mourning, full of bliss
full of life, half dead

My heart won't cry - it will rejoice
free of all that which makes noise