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I grieve for the long days of my youth, vanished so fast,

The wonders of a supple body and mind so free.

There was no tomorrow and eternal days would last.

There was mom, dad, brothers, strong friendships and, of course, me.



I pine for the freedom of expression with my style,

That no one, with wrinkles or a blemish could wear.

Hair, blazing red and rich, longer than a country mile,

Eyes bright, lips ample, cheeks blushing with a wanton stare.



I weep for the radiance of the lady in white,

As I spoke the words with you of love and forever.

Knowing these words would summon you closer in the night,

When the vigor of your body would lay me in clover.



I mourn for the babies we conceived with a promise

To raise them and to always be with them, together.

To teach them how good parents, in love, can be wise,

While the years would drift by so swift, like a feather.



I cry for the places that once held all my grand dreams

Of children and gardens and your sweet warmth by my side.

After so many long years, since you left, it still seems,

That I can't measure the numbers of tears that I've cried.



And, now, at night, I lament, but, not solely for you,

But, for the lady who endures, aging and alone,

Who sits at the white china, set for one, not for two,

Waiting and wondering, if something else could be done.



I hurt for this woman who carries the memories

Of the days of an innocence that carried a cost

That will haunt her forever to the end of her days.

Nobody can discern what actually was lost.



I grieve for the death of youth's beauty soon to follow.

I grieve for the consequences of a heart untrue.

I grieve for the generations of children to grow,

But, beyond what I have lost, I grieve mostly for you



11/01/00