Presence
By Ewan
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We feel the presence of our younger selves,
they look over our shoulder, rapt
in observation of their own wrinkled avatar,
aghast at our reflection.
We feel the presence of our younger selves
busting moves and banging heads
in time with our tapping feet and timid clapping,
we lament the lost lissome.
We feel the presence of our younger selves,
shaking heads and wagging fingers
in remonstration at our wrong opinions,
scarcely believing what we think.
We feel the presence of our younger selves,
and know that they are haunting us.
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A lot of truth in this, lats lines are great
remonstration at our wrong opinions,
scarcely believing what we think.
Not just ourselves, it's often a shock to see how old school and teenage friends change.
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This reminds me of how
This reminds me of how flexible and carefree my younger self was. When I look in the mirror although I see myself now, I feel like there;s a younger self trapped inside dying to get out, but the body won't let her.escape.
Your poem definitely got me thinking.
Jenny.
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generatonal debt. we owe
generatonal debt. we owe outself better or worse. It's up to you?
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I get every word of this.
I get every word of this. However, it made me think and what I thought was that I think I prefer my older self to my younger self. I suppose I already knew this but your poem is a great reminder.
Turlough
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