GREENWOLFE 1962 Poems

Who'll be there to hold my hand?
Who'll be standing by?
Will any shed a tear for me
As I prepare to die?
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At the end of Heaven's rainbow,
There's a treasure that I've found.
Never gleaned from golden nuggets
Nor from diamonds underground.
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Fear, is life's companion.
And death's from which it springs.
So do not drink its water.
Refresh in other things.
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If pain were your compassion
And tears the joy I had.
If tormenting me became your life
And my suffering made you glad.
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It's time I stood and spoke of war,
A candid speech display.
To tell you things you used to know;
Forgotten, on the way.
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There is not just one great love
For each as God has planned.
Who can say which manifest
Of it He may command?
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I guess you lost your patience,
And found a broken heart.
I should have told you sooner,
Uncertain love's, not smart.
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Her grip was firm, her muscles taut,
As she held onto the chain.
I tried to look the other way,
As I stood in the lane.
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I was merry not, in two was I,
And round the clock I wondered why.
So free I did what man should do,
Forget the bitch and start anew.
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There's a place beside a river
That you might know as well.
On the banks we call contentment
Near the place where lovers dwell.
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