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Melancholy Moment



We pass each other on the stairway going in

to the smoke-filled room where a lazy rhythm all its own

beats out the tempo to the sound of dancing feet

and we look away, afraid that we’d be seen

sussing out the talent in my dream…

lifetimes gone before me, is it too late to start again…

oft times we need someone more than just a friend…

oh-oh this is such a melancholy moment ~

the past is gone and buried in the dust

and the future is entirely wound up in trust…


©Denise G Allen, 19 June 2013 20:11

Author: adeeyoyo

I am a middle-aged South African woman, living in Johannesburg. I began writing poetry towards the end of May 2010. I love animals – sometimes more than people! I am back after a break. Thanks for still being here, if you are! Missed you! xxx

16 thoughts on “Melancholy Moment

  1. smiles. we def have to trust when it comes to the future…is it too late to start again….eh, you never can tell…you just have to decide if its worth a try…smiles.


  2. I have melancholy moments too.. yes, lots of life has passed by, but.. in my mind I’m only half way done. I just began a new work venture, I’m leading a singles group. You just never know what might turn up next.


  3. Who knows what the future may hold…


  4. It is healthy, even helpful to our learning and development, to acknowledge our passing feelings, but not not to become attached to them. Beautifully expressed, Denise.


  5. Is it too late to start again… It is never too late to make a new beginning.
    blessings ~ maxi


  6. But never soley trust your heart in matters romantic, it will betray you like a Judas. Give due worth to the mind and let time do what it does best.


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