Poem - 10 July 2016, 00:40

All Roads Lead to Rome

AMBER LEGOWSKI

Curiosity slowly killed the cat

Loyalty quickly killed the dog

Don't ya know?

All roads lead to Rome

A place in your head, a state of mind

The good die young

And the bad, have learned to survive

Don't ya know?

All roads lead to Rome

A surreal memory, a supressed dream

You get more bees with honey than vineager

But, you kill them with fire

Don't ya know?

All roads lead to Rome

Resltless soul and tired feet

A left turn leading to sun shinning skies

To the right, a dark and lonely highway

But, don't ya know?

All roads lead to Rome

Rome

Where we remember what we've lost

And where we pay our dues

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Larry Ran10 July 2016, 09:16

Hi Amber,

The "iters" of our past can haunt us, although, the "loyalty of my dog", killed me. The sacrifice of the "good" so "evil" may live on. The roads to Rome can be precarious, if one chooses the wrong fork.

Peace and Love,

xox Larry

AMBER LEGOWSKI10 July 2016, 10:22

Thanks friend

Christopher Correia10 July 2016, 11:10

hey, pal, you got me snapping my fingers and doing the 'running man' slow version....yeah, I like your stylistic approach and conception of a poem, very organic and true to the process of that line from the Beatles song; the love you give is equal to the love you take, or good Karma follows; my interpretation sis....side note, any reference you Rome is a good thing in a poem, was over there last year, and it's AWESOME....my opinion of this is; fresh as roses, enjoyed you cool, original phrasing...reads like you had a ton of fun writing, and in the end that's all that really matters...keep on rockin, enjoyed

AMBER LEGOWSKI10 July 2016, 11:27

Thanks Christopher. You see, I work with Alzheimer's, dementia and hospice patients. And in their youth, some were good, and some were bad. No matter how they chose to live their lives, they still ended up the same way as the other way. Working with these patients gets me to overthink sometimes. Food for thought perhaps