David Whalen Poems

Regret is yet, the
Leaden part…that heavy weighs
On the weary heart
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<center>Early this morning
I thought I might have seen
my last sunrise
Held my last great-grandkid
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<center>A short walk with a long time friend
In the somber silence
Of a moribund Summer morn
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<center>So many, the people
With clear cold command
Of the language
And fully utilized by them
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<center>The steel will of the Devil
With an Angels tender touch
These are qualities embued
in women and children
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<center>Tis a curious amalgam
Of facts and fiction
Of which scientist or alchemists
Would be hard to devise
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<center>All that we had to give her
Was wildflowers…
My four little girls and I
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<center>Somber dreams, pierced
by morning light
Dawn's tight woven tapestry
Unfurled upon the night
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One thing about life
That will never change is that
Life will always change
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