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How strange love can be,
when you have affection,
for another, be it
platonic or romantic.

Would I, be the one,
who died, went away,
arising from the ashes,
to again live and play.

Wish not,
for your desire,
lest others
bring eternal fire.

Would you walk
with me, at day's end,
for I am lonely now
and need a friend.

When life is over,
time has done its dance,
is there another chapter,
another chance.?

It depends, upon,
your point of view.
Good happens to others,
good can happen to you.

Lost am I,
in life's morass.
Another day older,
when this day is past.

Where to run,
Where to hide?
I should be searching
far away, inside.

When the dew,
falls from the Rose,
the day will be warmer,
The Sun has rose.

When the grass,
is still wet,
the Sun isn't at
apex, hasn't set.

The wind will blow,
through, the trees,
as my Soul is
no longer at ease.

Why, in the World,
when everything is gone,
I'm on my way,
in the words of a song?

Would you walk, in the shadows
alongside of me,
if you lost your vision,
and could no longer, see?

You were seasoned,
you wouldn't talk.
Now I am the problem,
"New kid on the block."

My eyes light up, as if
a beacon might do,
when I look,
finally seeing you.

You, I remember,
The best of all.
You I would die for,
if that was the call.

No more the window,
no more the door,
as I try crossing the room.

You said you loved me.
You keep telling lies.
What happens on the day,
We say our goodbyes.

Why does it matter,
the look in your eyes,
is welcoming, not,
and we wither and die?

Do you make a difference,
when there are too many whys?
I am tired of hearing,
the sad refrain of sighs.

Be good tomorrow,
for everyone dies,
and once we know,
there will be no surprise.

Four hundred miles,
to the end of the road.
Been driving all night,
with heavy cargo load.

I'm getting sleepy and tired,
starting to yawn.
When I arrive home,
I hope she's not gone.

May the Worlds, you know,
stay forever yours.
May the life, you live,
be filled with your daily chores.

Edward R. Murrow (1908 – 1965) was an American broadcast journalist and war correspondent. He first gained prominence during World War II with a series of live radio broadcasts from Europe. Murrow was co-producer of "Hear It Now", an authoritative hour-long, radio weekly news digest. He moved on to television with, "See It Now" series, which helped lead to the censure of Senator Joseph McCarthy. Murrow is considered one of journalism's greatest figures. 
Quote source: Edward Murrow's last public speech in October 1964, receiving a "Family of Man" Humanity award

A World of uncertainty,
a sign of our times,
where other comments,
are manufactured by design.

Lies which are written,
though the truth was known,
only to be spread for gain,
by others who are home grown.

What has happened,
in a life we reject,
with indifference to others,
lacking common respect?