My Last Silver Dime Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

My Last Silver Dime



She is too young,
I was not old enough.
On her I spent my dime.
Fresh roses there might grow.
To find out if I might love.
Stay and love, she said to me,
stay and love, or go and love the sea.
And if the sail, be young and full of air,
come back to me.

A dime, my silver dime, my last silver dime.
To be the comb,
that makes the part in your long hair.
Look my love tis not a twisted thing,
or wise enough to fool my aching heart
To find what this is all about,
I see your face through the sail.

Saturday, July 26, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: green
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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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