Mike Green Poems

It's the retiree's lament
Or retirees's blues
It doesn't matter which title you choose
What's in a name?
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My great saphenous vein
Is more than a drain
On my fragile condition
It begins to irk
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Oh to be in England, why
It's so peaceful there
There's the lonely sea
And the sky
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Be my love and yours I'll be
You'll find no other as true as me
And in the autumn of our days
We'll crest the wave of loving ways
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Noses
Noses are amusing things
Which occupy a space
Somewhere within
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I often wish that I could write
Poetry that is not trite
That inspires the reader to reflect
And intelligently introspect
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