Look at me, here I sit old before my time
Broken dreams around my feet, memories sublime
Aching heart beneath my breast....pain is all I see
Endless days of pity, a requiem for you and me.
Bittersweet the memory, clear as day the joy
Heartache now the tragedy, halcyon days of a golden boy.
Crying softly, salty tears, memory fades away
Each day longer than the rest, cold, unyielding, gray.
Comes the dawn, a spark appears, stirs my lonely life
Cuts across the pain and hurt, like a whetted knife.
Telephone rings and comes a voice, as soft as honeydew
Warms my heart, dries my tears, life begins anew
Through the drkness flies a bird, winging from above
Aims his arrow, hits the mark..! ! the lonely bird of love.
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Old before my time! ! Thinking; love and pain. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.