JAMES T. ADAIR Poems

I may never be the lover
You hope for
My youth may pass me by
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Woe is the man
Who is abandoned
Who finds himself
Without a lover
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I am the whispering winds of Autumn
I'm the sparkle of morninglight
I'm the echo in the darkness
I'm the chill in the air, its starkness
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I wrote a poem today
But it is not the one
I feel an emptiness to say
Like a wounded song
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He looks down at the ball on the tee
squares his shoulders toward the hole
some 400 yards away
shifts his weight to his right foot
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Friendship.....it surprises us with it's kindness
and understanding and care
we're lost in our lives and suddenly
just when I felt alone...you were there
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Walking down these lonely oneway streets
I seem to be walking in circles that never meet
I look around and there is no hand to hold or lend
Just the distant passing of an occasional friend
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Smile at someone
Lend a helping hand to someone
Look at one moment through the heart and eyes of a child
Exercise a little
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Mother, you receive little acclaim
for all your work, struggle and strain
You had to do so much, it's a shame
instead of pursuing your own fortune and fame
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You can break my heart
it's too late for me to retreat
from something I can't deny I feel
unlike anything I have felt before
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