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FOR A LITTLE WHILE...
Let the remaining years of my life
Be "measured in coffee spoons"
Let time not wring a heavy heart
Let the aroma not stir memories
Let not Spring remind me of green
Let not moonrise blankly stare
Let me carry on with what is left...
No confidante have I found,
Who can share my deep wound,
Who can a moment spare,
And help me stay around...
People think my outpourings,
Are but my ramblings
The heaviness, like a mill stone,
Is grinding me and everything,
And soon there will be no sign,
Of all that has been treasured,
In my mind's unexplored mine.
Let the sedatives make me forget
Let me not think of regret...
Let me lose myself for a little while more
After which there will be no encore.
Let singers sing their songs and stay
Let merry makers cajole and play
Let me watch them and feel alive
Without pining for what I lost
After all this is
For just a little while more...
Oh wow! were you ever truly hurting when you wrote this. It hit me like a wave of agony. If you are this beautiful when you are so hurt how beautiful must you be when you are so terribly happy? The wait for that is going to darn near kill me I bet. You really know how to grip the heart and not let it go. I feel a poem about this stirring in my innermost being. I'll share it with you of course when it comes. I'm glad you are not hurting like this anymore. So, so glad. Its heart breaking to read how you hurt. I'm choked up, can't think of anything else constructive to say. Just promise me you will never read this poem to me or I'll cry all over you. you know who........ so why type it? ( no laughter)
Yes, it is a most touching, most poetic writing, "for just a little more". A little more freedom, a little more truth, a little more love, understanding and kindness. The honesty is a little painful, but nothing compared to the pain of deception.