Open Poetry #47 |
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The Upstairs Visitor |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
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Here I sit and can't understand Why this young woman from upstairs Knocks once every night Then walks through the unlocked door She's such a pretty thing Willowy look of perfection in the moonlight's shaft She speaks as she walks toward me So delicate, so soft is her voice Still, I understand her all too well She repeats the same words Each night she comes to me I have missed you She says, smiles and blows me a kiss She come to me She touches me Though I don't have the strength I used to have She administer to me In her own peculiar way I ask "Why me? Why? Precious one, Why? Why do you come to me?" She says . . . I sup from your weakness, it makes me strong. ~ Money can't buy happiness, but broke can't buy anything. ~ |
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