Listening to every heart
The Men That Pass Through
The men that pass through
will not be forgotten ~
each had his time.
In all ways they came,
in all sizes too...
they were never quite the same,
each love tried to be new.
They showered me with compliments
and a kiss was always there.
But I wonder at how many really meant
that I was their only care?
Ages varied quite some ways,
from 22 to 18.
Each had a “special” approach
sometimes a rerun of what I’ve seen.
But each held a special air
in everything he said.
They told me they’d always be here,
something I’d oft’ heard repeated.
These men that ramble through my mind,
will always be here to stay.
For who could forget the words of time ~
“I love you,” from each, spoken once a day?
29 September, 1999
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow