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LOSS


The boy was alive but now he's dead

A tomb stone reminds us of his birth

That he was even alive on this earth

We gather 'round and pick the moss

And manicure the area

For someone gone and unaware

That we were ever grieving there.


FRIENDSHIP

A solitary room
Where thoughts are picked and
chosen by
The desolate, dark and gloom
Friends forgotten
as time goes by
Twenty-eight years
and they reappear
Too long between,
for lack of It seems
Nothing
so we go on
We pick right up
where we left off
Threads cut in half
Then pulled together
like never being apart
Odd to know,
where did twenty-eight years go
You missed it all,
so I'll fill you in
We talk and talk
which lightens the heart
Fills the void
Of friendship part.


LOVE


Love has been known

To come and grow

Love between partners in bed

A man a wife a lover instead

Passion to all who seek it shall

Love will find you here

When seeking it

be conscious of the fact

And you will wither to it's will.

Impressum

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 14.08.2010

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Widmung:
To my son David, who taught me the world.