At dVerse Linda is hosting Open Link Night when we are invited to post a poem of our choosing.
“I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.” Edgar Allan Poe
There Used To Be Twenty I'm having a garage sale, my sanity's going cheap, and my vanity is worn so make me an offer and I'll throw in a few lost aspirations and some fragments of jealousy, there's a chunk of broken innocence, sadly no spare parts, though I can offer bits of placated ego that might help patch that mess, and there's a box of baggage for when you're haunted, and a couple of packets of mixed nuts and a bag of marbles, there used to be twenty but five are missing, cash only. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
parallax 
Sounds like real life for most of us.
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I wondered if this might connect with a few, as we age it becomes more real.
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Fun poem. I enjoyed that there are “sadly no spare parts,” and am curious about anything that is specifically for “when you’re haunted.”
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I was thinking along the lines of if you’re feeling haunted by your past try my baggage and see what you think/feel, it’s real horror, so along that line of thinking, Thank you so much for responding and sharing.
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lol I can relate to Poe’s quote and your poem.
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Ha, we’re all in that range – I thought I’d poke a bit of fun at it, lol, thank you Lisa.
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You’re welcome, Paul.
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Oh my goodness! Have you been shadowing this almost 81 year old lady? I could not stop grinning.
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Ha, well I’m glad it made you grin and not chagrin, I’d hate to offend, thank you so much Helen, not stalking though.
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So perfect Paul- love the marbles reference!
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Hang on to them Linda 🙂 and thank you
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😊
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Only five of your marbles missing? You must have had a better storage system than I did! 😂
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Well, I thought it was five, wait ….
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Ah, ha HA!! Good one! 🤣
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🙂
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Very clever! I may need to have a similar garage sale (all sales final, no returns).
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Ha, yes, final and no returns essential advice, it’s good to have a clearing out every so often.
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🙂
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What a wonderful metaphor, Paul. I love your play on the bag of marbles with five missing! Well done.
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Thank you so much Dwight
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Thanks for the smile brimgimg, Sir I needed that!
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I’m glad to bring a smile, but in fact you are the lord of smiles
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Haha! Me a Lord, Hehe!
Of smiles… wiles and piles, too? I’m suffering with the last one, Sir, ran out of Germoloid cream… Argh!
Got to see the funny side, Sir.
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Yes, the whole ageing thing is damnable
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Be prepared son, but it won’t help you! One of Dad’s sayings in advice to me. Hehe!
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I love their sayings, so unhelpful.
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Designed to confuse, methinks? Haha!
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I think you’re right Gerald, gah!
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Hehehe! As if need any help? Haha!
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Ha, yes! 🙂
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Hehe!
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This sounds far too much like the state of my mind!
A wonderfully written poem.
~Ornery Owl~
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Thank you so much Cara (catching up my feed after time away).
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I fear that we all have old bones in our closets… but there are too few buyers.
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Yes, now that you say it, I concur.
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Nice one.
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Many thanks 😊
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Please read
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Great poem – I suspect there is a story behind this one
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Yes, the letting go, five are missing, but does it matter, I suspect not.
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