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hope deferred there was an air of whispering
called in a desperate facade
a gentle breath of everything
which lifts the head to nod
and the peace that fell upon me
the grace that filled my soul
spread vastly as a wandering sea
paying neither tax nor toll
what became of squandered dimes
pennies loosed as change
what became of slanted rhymes
which called the youth to age
where tomorrow was another day
and yesterday was quite the same
weeks to come that ever say
"there is beauty in a name"
while moving on were no easy
the ease that came is mine
in letting go, i find i'm free
for now was not the time
there is a loss, i tell you
to her who had not cared
the man i am is ever true
yet my face was not so fair
better now, yet better still
is the man i am to be
never were it ever willed
for lesser ones for me
there is another on the way
which will not take for granted
every word i've had to say
and every rhyme that's slanted
i will not consider her a loss
each her who spited me
some day each one will count the cost
the cost of losing we
no ill will is ever wished
i pray her peace of heart
there are yet other fish
to grant me another start
for when my love is coming
a heart i have not known
she'll be more than all the somethings
that have left my heart alone
