Tango Poems

Each night I endure these,
gut wrenching dreams,
my mind it just screams.
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As one gets older, one looks back,
to the good old days, down memories track.
Windows open, unlocked doors,
no one trying to steal, what is yours.
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The Olympics is where the worlds best,
athletes get together,
for the ultimate test.
Sixteen days, where young and old,
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Without friends, and family,
where would we be,
lost in the rolling sea of humanity.
With no one to share your joys or fears,
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Oh, to be up in the early morn,
out and, about before the dawn.
To see the sky, as it gradually gets light,
the first rays of pink in the clouds,
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Upon rising, and seeing the dawn,
give thanks, that you were born.
For life, is nothing, but a passing theme,
even though, at times, unpleasant, it may seem.
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Early in the morning when walking my dog.
I hear the early morning chorus,
and the croaking of the frogs,
Above clouds, they dance across the sky,
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The sky was an opaque blue,
with small pink clouds dancing through.
The tops of the trees,
turned to a brilliant green,
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Now I'm older, and I look back,
peering down my memories track.
I see things that might of been,
if I had done them differently,
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I am lying on my stomach,
on the warm tropic sand.
Revelling in the caress,
of my lovers hand,
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