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She is young,
and lovely as can be.
There is no way to be with her,
for it is just a fantasy.

To be young again,
to be dreaming, in kind.
To love again,
is on my aged mind.

Age will not stop,
this old reprobate.
Time will be better if,
my love I am to sate.

Flowers will bloom,
in early Spring.
Oh, the joys,
warm days will bring.

Daffodils will raise
their trumpet high,
as Spring comes,
making a floral sky.

Tulips will be next,
when they grow,
putting on a,
Spring floral show.

Wounds to the soul.
Those who others cannot see.
Not an easy spot to be in,
when questions asked thoughtlessly.

They can't help it, is what I hear.
Explanation not good enough for me.
It has been the same person,
who is probing, incessantly.

Sorry my friend,
I know not what to say,
except, "leave us alone"
and for thee I'll pray.

Please understand,
when I'm writing alone,
It's not aways about me,
which I wish to discuss,
it's about others,
who get in a rush.

It becomes obvious to others
and quite obvious to me.
Please give me some time,
is now my earnest plea.

A withered rose,
it's life now spent,
after struggling,
when grown in cement.

Look at me.
How pretty I was.
Now here I am,
once pretty, now dust.

In the Bistro,
having a quaff.
TV on, someone said,
"I prefer it OFF."

A black screen,
who would you thank,
if your favorite screen,
would be blank.

Not I, said one,
with a big grin
as vodka dripped
from his tan chin.

My love
has been gone,
four weeks, today.
I am alone.

I miss your sweet smile,
for you were the one,
who captured my heart,
my soul to the Sun.

Why do I worry,
now you've gone away?
Your no longer here,
while here I must stay.

Please guide me
in this new life of mine,
while I will remember
our memories entwine.

It was dark,
it was night,
I couldn't see,
until daylight.

Why should I,
come home with you?
What's on your mind?
What do we do?

Silver laced snow,
fell from afar.
Its journey, through space,
from a new fallen star.

What a wild journey,
to arrive where you are.
A mysterious time,
for you were a Star.

A Rose,
solo flower.
sprang forth
from a
crack, in
the pavement.
A lovely break,
or Nature's way
of mystery.

What horrors
lay here, within
when we talk of venial
but not of mortal sin.

What kind of World
would this be,
if we aren't
allowed to love free?

She was a serious child,
through her early years.
She excelled in tasks,
while mastering her fears.

Why the serious, look,
you have another day,
with others she knew,
and she walked away.

Life is too short,
she would say with a smile.
You must be strong
and endure all the while.

Live life to the fullest,
when given the chance.
Be a good companion,
while doing life's dance.