A Life of Love

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Sigh.
Out the window, children are playing.
Do they know about life?
Do they need to?
Dip into my memories,
Know what I’ve done,
Why you have your freedom,
Why I fought those wars.
And my love,
I promised letters,
So letters you’ll get,
And where’ve you gone?
I still don’t believe it.
(A box in the dresser drawer full of your things.)
I think about you often because
Lately I’ve found I can’t walk as much
Or see as well,
And all my friends are
Passing on before my very [old] eyes
And yet your love is fresh and young
Like those dozen roses on our first anniversary.
So time passes on,
I am forced forward with every
Tick!
Of the clock,
But I promised letters my love,
So letters you’ll get.





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