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Why must we continue

with constant innuendo

elude to the dreams

we try to capture

comfort it seems

only comes from a bottle

and then is only temporary



We write and we write

try as we might

rest is stolen by a thief in the night

and we wear the tell tale signs of the robbery

upon our line filled face during the day

some would say, that come what may

they, just want to be happy



Dwelling on the past

of love that doesn’t last

bores a pain throughout the brain

that will try to sustain

the truth of love

even if the truth brings pain

loves lost

such a cost

yet we strive

to be alive

In love, we still choose to deny

live with a lie

or

was it true?



Gone, gone

like an unsung song

seems it won’t be long

till time deals you an answer

like the steps to a dancer

Someday

we pray

that life’s pathway

will lead us…to happy



Copyright ©-2001 Dennis Hicks