One kiss for old time sake
before we part our separate ways
who knows where or when
our paths will cross again.
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I met a woman this morning;
her hair was white without a strand out of place.
She sat down beside me to rest for a moment
and began talking to me.
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For Ray
My friend’s partner Ray
has a hobby
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A bayoneted rifle stuck in the ground
with a soldier’s helmet on it
lies as a marker for a solder buried there
in the haste of battle.
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From a shaky start, I can see
this is going to be a wonderful holiday.
Woke up this morning at my usual time,
four o’clock in the morning.
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I sit in our hotel room
and ponder the days ahead
the adventures each new day will bring.
I am not going to even try
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We watch the burning sky
as the setting sun warms
it just before night falls.
The crimson amongst the gold
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The sweetest song
is a love song angels sing
when we are in each other’s arms.
Those soft sweet words
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I am dusting off the cobwebs
from the back roads of my mind
hoping that I will find
some old loves I left behind.
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This poem is dedicated to all those who have fallen in battlefields for their respective countries. May they never be forgotten for the sacrifice they gave.
Every day on the frontline of a battlefield,
soldiers have a brush with death.
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