By Myself

By Myself short poem

Uploaded by Randall Smith


I am by myself,
But I am not alone.

I hear a song
From 50 years ago
And a memory
Tiptoes through my mind.

I am by myself
But I am not alone.

I hear children laughing
And playing in a park.
And in my mind
I hear my children playing.

I am by myself
But I am not alone.

A teenage boy and girl walk by
Laughing and holding hands.
I smile to myself thinking,
How young we once were.

I am by myself
But I am not alone.

A song, a laugh, a kiss.
They bring memories to life.
And everyday with memories,
I am wrapped in love.

I am by myself,
But I am not alone.

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Randall Smith

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Not from anywhere but from everywhere Germany, Korea, Viet Nam, USA, Army Veteran, Germany 1966-1968, Viet Nam 1968-1969. Two kids and bunch of grandkids. Enjoy my Roses, fishing and card playing. I may not write for several months and then I can not stop for several weeks. I have notebooks with 4 or 5 lines only, waiting for me to return.
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