Good Morning Poems: 52 / 500

A Quoi Bon Dire

Rating: 3.4

Seventeen years ago you said
Something that sounded like Good-bye;
And everybody thinks that you are dead,
But I.

So I, as I grow stiff and cold
To this and that say Good-bye too;
And everybody sees that I am old
But you.

And one fine morning in a sunny lane
Some boy and girl will meet and kiss and swear
That nobody can love their way again
While over there
You will have smiled, I shall have tossed your hair.

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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Terry Hulsey 09 March 2019

So much said, in so few words.

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Fabrizio Frosini 05 November 2015

a delicate, lovely write..

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Dave Garvin 06 November 2005

this poem reminds me of someone i care greatly about

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