Edwina Reizer Poems

All the days that I have lived
have opened up my eyes.
I do not resent any of them
nor do I victimize
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If the world would ever end
Tomorrow in the morn,
I’d hold your hand and know
The reason I was born.
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Suppose I walked a different path
and found no happiness there.
Would I have the courage of my convictions
to search, walk and bear
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Give me the simple life.
I don't need the frills.
But I do need the colors bright
of yellow daffodils.
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Too many tragedies now occur
in this land of the free and the brave.
Do you think it's Mother Nature's cry
for the way we do behave?
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Lilies of the Valley bloom
and present their delicate scent.
I pick a few and place them in a glass
and inhale their perfumed smell.
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The ceiling's above me.
The floor is below.
In between the two I'm still on the go.
My body is still
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The bugler must be a sad, sad man
For he’s a reminder of death.
He places his lips on the rim of the cup
And blows his sad, sad breath.
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In afternoons I sip my tea
and wonder what will become of me?
I eat no crumpets and no scones
and try to warm my tired bones.
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I shall come back when you least expect it
and surprise will be with you.
And you shall wonder why I returned
and how it is you view
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