Edwina Reizer Poems

I have burned the mid-night oil
and my brain is weary.
I have burned the mid-night oil
and my eyes are teary.
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When the year grows old
and I grow older too,
I sympathize with the last few months
but anticipate the new.
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The rocking movement to and fro
brings me comfort in my chair.
It soothes the discomfort in my heart
that is so hard to bear.
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The books on my shelves
are now gathering dust.
I will get back to them
for I know I must.
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I fear that I have lost you
not from things you say,
just from the things you leave unsaid
on too many a day.
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With my right hand I caress the keys
and create a melody.
With my left hand I find the chords
to caress the melody.
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Some poor unfortunate soul
towards the end of the day
has made it to my doorstep.
And who am I to say,
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They say time heals everything.
So untruthful, for time is the King.
It must have ruled while on its throne
and turned my heart into stone.
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The sweetness and the joy of love
is how we all survive.
It's roses, perfume and starlight.
It makes you feel alive.
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How far could I walk,
how many a mile
if I knew you would be there?
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