Annie Cordelia Adams

For Scooner, When We're 65

As many times as you hurt me;
didn't want me
...i still couldn't wait....
for you to come home.

As many times as you longed
for the arms of others
...i still couldn't wait...
for you to hold me.

As many times as you hurt me;
didn't want me
...i still couldn't wait...
to grow old with you.

Topic(s) of this poem: love

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 15, 2016

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Comments about For Scooner, When We're 65 by Annie Cordelia Adams

  • Mike SmithMike Smith (3/15/2016 2:31:00 PM)

    This poem is the embodiment of unconditional love. Your poems have a weight, a heaviness about them. They contain your heart and the entire make up of your feelings at any particular time. That's why they always come across as sincere. Never phones in. Never exaggerated. Just exactly what they say, exactly the way you say it. Thanks for sharing

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