David Whalen Poems

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The ability to be,
Rather than to achieve
Is one of the hardest things
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I miss you…
but not the you
that you are now
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Throughout the ages until the recent day
Strength and size ruled the world
But those times have long passed away
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Tremors and chills
On nape of neck
Hairs stand erect
When one’s primal instincts
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I Lost fifteen pounds
Over this past year…
but my pot gut and love handles
are still “hangin’ in there”
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I thought that I’d like
Having the “Midas Touch’

But in truth there’s
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Proud eagles fly high
Oe’r land and sea
Upon majestic, wide wings tipped
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In the woods…
The shade
comes to listen
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A lovely young lady
was pounding and cursing
at my hotel room door
The other night
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