Robert Smith Poems

reaching back through years to youth
from longing heart with weathered hands
to caves that echo golden loves
and pleasures of life's great demand
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is my life worthy of a song
my deeds a verse
my thoughts a word
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yonder on the farther chair
upon the porch nearby the stair
a winged beauty feathers fair
was looking at me sitting there
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Getting a grip on my life is a chore
it slips through my fingers it falls to the floor

All that I hold that is dearest to me
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Can we still talk of love after so many years?

Can we still call it love after so many tears?
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condensed
to a drop
just a thought or idea
connecting and sliding and
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a tree in my garden
i've loved all my life
i sun it by day
and i water at night
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raging roaring rolling waves
white knuckles rise above the shelf
crash upon the palisades
the ocean fights the land herself
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gone for so long
you can't reappear
and act like you did
when you used to live here
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