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georgek Member
since 2009-06-07
Posts 79
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What is there to love, but the grey or the day? To awake from pain to a lover's grave All torn and sworn and hospice worn As to say:- "I love" is to wane out the day, That men grow old, who adorn what's grey, More tired by some, who love all day, Not knowing the sun, or the time of day. Lest they speak of love, to know the hate To love what's old all battered and slain, To cry in vain, for all the pain For rich or poor, whatever they pay To love thy neighbour's empty plate Despite their grief and solemn fate We pray once more for their lack of taste Knowing not their names or coloured traits We sit at home with all our treats And wonder who has lost their feet In case we die at home with all our grief Instead we 'pray' that we may speak So others too may hear our plea As to care for those we do not know To love their heart and dear old soul As they die alone where no one knows Their lives, knives and palat strives All neat and strewn where no one knew Except for us, who know their homes Deep inside our tumoiled hearts. That we may reap and live our lives. Glory be to God on high Who sees our woumds and hear our passive tunes. All murmered sweet, with soured foods Suffering be, our way of life As to scorn the clay, the mould and the hay We awake once more...to a brand new day. |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
This is deeply moving, and eludes to profound loneliness that has transgressed beyond bitter tears and old age. Very sad to read, it is difficult not to feel empathy within your words. Welcome~ |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
"Instead, we pray"... Amen to the gift of that gift. Welcome to Passions! Please, check your email for a Very Special Greeting! " It matters not this distance now " Excerpt, Yesterday's Love |
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georgek Member
since 2009-06-07
Posts 79 |
Tears for a broken pen is more than a worn pencil.... Old men fade as we cry for the young. Best forgotten,unless we cry for an open grave,should they both die? |
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georgek Member
since 2009-06-07
Posts 79 |
Thank you both for your welcome |
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