Open Poetry #46 |
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Only Fitting |
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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA ![]() |
I sit beside my fire today, And think of yesteryear. When you and I were young and gay- And you were always near. The plans we made, the vows we spake That we would never keep- The paths we took, the choices made, The tears we both would weep. The choices, aye; the lonely miles- When we were not together, The bridges burned, along with styles The moaning winds, and weather. The news I heard, of wedding vows- My face now lined with care. The blade of years has carved my brows With wrinkles and to spare. I love you still, or think I do- That’s neither here, nor there.. It’s only fitting, win or lose? To love a maiden fair. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
it's fitting indeed dear John |
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