The Future

Give me back my broken night
my mirrored room, my secret life
it's lonely here,
there's no one left to torture
Give me absolute control
over every living soul
And lie beside me, baby,
that's an order!

by Leonard Cohen

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A marvelous trip down the memory lane and revisiting childhood memoirs about snowmen shared with late father.
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I wonder as to why so many people have disliked this poet,2960, as against 1677 who have liked! Some people might be deliberately doing it.
'And that snowman still stands Though my father is gone Out there in the garden Like an unmarked gravestone - Oh, what a beautiful metaphor! Blossoming into full life and then fading away is the obvious rule of nature. Anyone trying to stick around beyond stipulated time does so like an 'unmarked gravestone'.
I just returned from reading the comments below on this poem. There are some very heavy thinkers among us and some very original commentators- -yea! ! ! for the members of PH- -continue sharing your views with the rest of us despite the presence of egomaniacal trolls who occasionally show up! ! ! Thank you all.
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