Poetry should be written, and read or listened to
In solitude, in calmness
Where inspiration can spawn great thoughts
Not read out at massed gatherings
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The world is alright
Though your eyes show fear
There is nothing to worry about
Everything is fine, my dear
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Love goes beyond reason
Enters no rational argument,
Love transcends the seasons
Does not know abandonment;
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Glum under your sand-ridden mud
Your remnants stand jealous
Your face once jutted out like a prow,
All those feet that once here stood
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The young ones do not know as yet
Of the battles, the ships lost and wrecked,
When your straight silhouette was besmirched
Under high waterlines bedecked;
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We walk under Summer’s last fiery blaze
Trail defeated legs through the shabby days,
But between ears of corn and sheafy frond
Your purple crown has been proudly donned;
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How many highs have you taken me to?
Cares unfolded that had been compressed,
The battle against sadness
So exquisitely expressed;
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Days are growing shorter now
The hay fields lie depleted,
Berries hang richly on the bough
Heady Summer has retreated;
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Enjoy the remembering of days
When kinder thoughts our minds accost
The little corners to which the memory strays
Of times abandoned and lost;
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