David Whalen Poems

The gravity of blood
Holds tight the satellites
Of family and
The ties that bind
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Devolved into a genteel kind of madness
And no longer beloved today
Morphed more…into a still stranger likeness
Removed of reality in every way
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There is no right
There is no wrong
Tis all but a matter
Of point of view
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Te amo
I love you

Te quiero
I want you
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Great grandchildren…
More that just a few
Grandchildren…
Got a lot of them too
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From a distance
On a hillside in Kentucky
From a distance
I heard "The Old Rugged Cross"
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Sound of gravel crunching
On a lonely country lane
Then parking neath an ol' Oak Tree
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'Look at those two
sad drunks ol' buddy'
One of these days,
that's what we could be'
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We don't (or didn't) get to have them
Long enough

We don't (or didn't)
Appreciate them enough
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I like to think that
I'm a singular person

Just not singular in any
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