
Carl Sagan Quote (Supposedly. Internet isn’t always honest.)
(Damn . . . This one hurts even more now.)
I sit and yearn
For my younger years
Not a day went by
When creation
Escaped my grasp
Heroes were born
Artifacts were forged
Waiting for villains
To emerge
From the dark side of my soul
I mixed them like a chef
Creating my worlds
Where I played at god
Evolving my children
Every day and night
Then the horrors came
Reality and life
Dashing lies of childhood
Which I clung to
Until the bitter end
I still hold hope
Carrying my notebooks
Within a dusty satchel
Snatching at free time
Like a starving addict
It has come to pass
That I sneak my addiction
A poem every day
To keep the flame alive
Even if it’s dim




Very poignant. I’m glad you have your notebooks and poetry in the midst of diminished free time to write.
I miss the days when I wrote more and didn’t consider the freely offered opinions of others.
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Thanks. Those days feel like a different life to me.
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A poem a day is a great idea.
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Thanks. Still going strong with it.
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Great.
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Not really a poetry guy, but I felt this one.
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Thanks. 😊
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Adulting sucks. 😒
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My goodness, if this isn’t the best poem and Sagan quote, and the most heartfelt expression of imagination.
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Thanks.
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You’re welcome.
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