Dreams of Samarkand

Having passed three score ten
the end of days is fast approaching
Where have all the sunsets gone
while I was living day to day?

Contemplate the living billions
few of whom have made a mark
I guess I will be one of them
a clump of earth then soon forgot.

Back when Caesar walked the earth
I’m sure the millions thought the same
never having done great things
so unlike the brave Achilles.

And yet in life I found true love
my children call me everyday
a man who has no enemies
is blessed beyond what he can measure.

Some of us have dreams no longer
some incapable of dreams;
As for me I still do dream
while contemplating poetry.

I want to walk in  Samarkand
and hear an owl call the watch
or see the spider weave his curtains
in the palace of the Caesars

or  tea with Empress T’zu Hsi
jasmine in her moon pavilion
summer in Tsarskoye Selo
warm breeze off the Baltic Sea.





An excerpt from “Initial Verses – A collection of poems on love, loss, poverty and war”

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About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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5 Responses to Dreams of Samarkand

  1. beetleypete says:

    I’ve been to Samarkand. You should go too. The Registan at night is something to behold.
    Best wishes, Pete.


  2. chicagoguy12 says:

    This and Sinatra. Doesn’t get any better than that Frank!


  3. sojourner says:

    No “When I was Seventeen?” After all, it was a very good year;-)


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