David Blake

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Not Enough - Poem by David Blake

In a café on some back street out
of the way kind of place on a
warm spring day I often imagen
we might meet again. In a distant
time when the pain of life the
reality that is, no longer remains.
Seeing you aproch from a
distance through the pouring rain
I picture your youthful smile now
shrouded with age. The seasons
of life now scattered and
splintered across the plains of
time. I have seen things that I
have all to often tried to others
expalin. In the lonleist hours of
my life surounded by deep sorrow
and pain, and in the pleasure of
living and all the simple things, I
can think only of sharing this with
you. My time now at hand aching
with all that is, I know I will
never see you again

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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 2, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 21, 2011

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