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poetry
poetry
that is my life
my love
my friend
and thine wife
it is of a true and self disregarding love
it is my backing and persuasive shove
it can make me feel warm when I am deathly cold
it gives me great courage to break from this mold
it loves me when nobody else can
it is my love though it not be man
I feel freest when I am with paper and pen
for no one can dictate to me what to write or when
the first was about him whom I met in the fall
on that cool crisp day not so very long ago at all
handsome was he handsome he'd be
God forbid could he be free
that I made sure I could not afford to be wrong
because he was for me and to he I would belong
fully alive was he that I was not sure
Eagerly behind him I stood
he so solemn
still he did not stir
move if I should
might have I stood
tap, (on his shoulder)
"Are you alright?"
to myself, his eyes are as heavy and as mysterious
as the night
"yes miss, he replied I am I'm just a bit sad"
"Why asked I, did you lose a friend?"
"yes, he replied A friend , A friend indeed I now no
longer have for dead is she!"
softly I gasped
"Oh no, really! that can not be"
long silence
"How?"
"Cold" he replied
"European? " I asked
"No, he whispered, New England Blizzard!"...........
( written Jan 2,1985)