' GYPSY'
By Richard David Cohen
She is always around me in every room I am
Sometimes I hear her stir or sigh
She is near her end here and is slowing
She is the warmest and the sweetest soul
Others have come and gone away
She remains always listening asking nothing
She does not judge or care what I am
She knows not of money or of prejudice
The worlds just me and her, she needs no more
She no longer gets up to greet me
Her eyes weep her legs fail her
She dreams sometimes of chasing rabbits
She will howl long at imaginary moons
Her face is white now we both do not care
She only is here to do one thing alone
She just is here to love me, to make me smile
New loves, new jobs, some anger, some joy
Children no longer have time for her
I know her days are dwindling as are all of ours
She is my beautiful Gypsy
She is always near me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Did Richard once teach at Husson College