Sentimental Journey

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

I’ve traveled the highways and byways of life. I’ve seen the golden daffodils bloom and heard the cockatoo sing.

SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY

By Al Garcia

I’ve traveled the highways and byways of life. I’ve seen the golden daffodils bloom and heard the cockatoo sing. I’ve touched the Golden Gate and ogled the Mona Lisa. I’ve crossed the canals of Venice and walked through the landmarks on Red Square. I’ve felt the serenity of life growing up on a farm, and experienced the rage of fear as a soldier when darkness falls and with it mortar shells and death.

I am no different than you or those that have seen and done much more than I. It is the journey that defines a life. It is the stops along the way that exemplify the character and the nature of the completeness of our existence.

And it is in the winter of our solitary trek across the barren straits of time that our memories become a sentimental journey through fields of joy and sorrow, of love and hate, guilt and regret, of loss and victories, and of desire and of passion. To have felt, to have reacted and to have acted upon the basic mortal lust and cravings of the human heart, now fills the emptiness and loneliness of the solitude of age, as we begin to sense our journey’s end.

But to think of all the sentimental journeys still left to see and feel again. How it makes me feel so young again. No more stops along the way. No more detours or deviations from my path. Just one more sentimental journey to see and feel where I have been, and see the faces one more time of those I've met along the way.


Submitted: May 22, 2021

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