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My Journey

Writers Fantasy posted on Oct 11, 2009
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Cool autumn wind on my back My Greek fisherman’s hat I have waited Too, too long For this journey to begin And when I finally leave I won’t be back This way again I have felt the lash Of responsibility on my back It has stung my soul Compromised my creativity Left me weak from the fear Of not being able to make it tomorrow Others who have depended on me before Will have to make their own way In this great big cruel world My soul cannot take My spirit will not last If I spend one more day Just trying to get by This old vaggabondd Has the whole world Just waiting to be seen As long as I get done in time For work on Monday I think you are either responsible or you are not and I guess I am but there sure are times when I wish I wasn’t haha. Hope you like it. Vaggabondd

Comments (14)


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myrrhluz

5:43PM | Sun, 11 October 2009

Sometimes our adventures are of the soul, and fortunately they can be squeezed into the odd times between life's necessities. Wonderful words and sentiment!

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drifterlee

6:26PM | Sun, 11 October 2009

Wonderful poem! I know the feeling.

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Faemike55

6:55PM | Sun, 11 October 2009

How very true! In order for us to create, we must be secure; in order to be secure, we must work! That can be soul-draining in and of itself. but as long as we hang onto our vision and our beliefs of who and what we are, we will still create and inspire others to create not only with us but by us and for us!

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wysiwig

7:35PM | Sun, 11 October 2009

I especially like the last stanza, how true! Reminds me of a line from El Condor Pasa - 'a man gets tied down to the plow, he gives the world it's saddest sound, it's saddest sound'.

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Rainastorm

7:45PM | Sun, 11 October 2009

Quite moving my friend...well written:-)

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auntietk

10:18PM | Sun, 11 October 2009

Ahhhh ... "stuck."

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miashadows

8:21AM | Mon, 12 October 2009

How do they say.life's a B then you die.Wonderful poem........yeh you can go or stay but we have to stay.

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brycek

1:26PM | Mon, 12 October 2009

Nice poem!!

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adrie

2:55PM | Mon, 12 October 2009

Very beautiful poem my friend!

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hipps13

4:21PM | Mon, 12 October 2009

WOW me thoughts are stumped wonderful work warm hugs me friend, Linda

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anitalee

11:04AM | Tue, 13 October 2009

Excellent!

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beachzz

2:06PM | Tue, 13 October 2009

Yep--I get it--bent over with the weight of the world.

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Digitaleagle

12:08PM | Thu, 15 October 2009

An excellent read and I love the ending, and how true it is that most of us live our dreams through fleeting moment, but we always have or dreams and we always have our moments and then we always have reality, that starts on Monday.

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Merrylee

1:06PM | Fri, 16 October 2009

Randy, I have the time and you see what I'm doing with it...Monday's and Friday's don't mean much to me...good write...and thanks for inviting me to the poetry read, hope it was good.


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