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I said to my silly old self

you must never ever forget this

the calm of the passive soul

the victim of melancholy

this blue, blue bliss

the unfairness of it all

the storm's palest insensitive eye

just where are they written

the answers for which I nearly beg

to know why

somewhere, someone about this very dilemma

has written some sell able song

about love gone unnoticed or an infatuation

left lying about to be strung along

the melody may differ but the words

weave a similar tale

about a girl and a boy and the slipping from

love's said sweet trail

he never noticed how her eyes uncontrollably

followed his gentlemanly untroubled stance

or how she longed for his eyes to just once look

into her own full of mystery and serious possibility

for romance

we each pray that love will come and light up our

lonely, little, uncluttered lives

henceforth the term quiet desperation derives

and to our selves sometimes a little too late

the entire truth rarely arrives

we stand together alone as one

many in ever unsuspecting roles

lawyers, doctors, clerks, secretaries, and yes even

some wives......................

(written July 25, 1992 pm)