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The End of Something Simple
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A drop of water… alone
one piece of tape, lacking
its adhesive.
A dress once red, now
faded with age.
Three cardboard boxes
once corrugated uniformly, now
crinkled into a mass of
substance.
Harmony that use to be there
replace by... revolution.
This is the absence of
everything simple and happiness.
This is the death of
love, peace, and anything
beautiful.
Written by Norma Wellman, 1970, Tucson, Arizona.
Memories and remnants...
Lifes simplicities passed,
That we now reflect,
How could we have missed?
Oh! To be young again!
Time it was, and what a time it was, it was
A time of innocence, A time of confidences
Long ago, it must be, I have a photograph
Preserve your memories; They're all that's left you...
Simon & Garfunkel ~ 1968